Hear. I'm calling you in silence, won't you feel my cry? Nights and days have passed and my heart has been looking back for all the time . It's blind and sad now: it feels betrayed and hurt and it's holding its pieces toghether not to fall into the bitterness of apathy. The mind suffers for its painful friend and it lives in a daydream. I find some peace there, under that imponent, bloomy tree: I'd stand still, a silent wind caressing the long hair away. My eyes looking tenderly into yours: two mirrors that shine of a same light; We wouldn't dare to step forward at once, but you'd finally be won by that most innocent desire. As if two more ancient voices were calling each other in a desperate agony, we'd get closer and closer; the memory of reality would stop us at first, but that place, it is most hidden and far from it. You will be just in front of me and after a little while you'll take my ...