One revealing dream crashing

To then feel the nostalgic silence,

Curtains half-open I catch sight of a wounded gray sky,

Leaving few drops of pain and blood on the floor

I push the bedroom door open, walk on empty pictures

In the bathroom, broken pieces of our story...

And in the corridor fateful smells,

Cold tabacco and cold coffee make you disappear

Slowly the walls drove me unaware,

Shivering standing up, guessing your car away

A fall, a dark pain that wring my entrails.

The wind sweeping along your letters,

Home just looks like chaos

Future looks like an empty road

It's too late you are gone...