And I’m alone in this sad instant of my life. Alone in this cold and restless ocean of tears.
Without you I am like autumn leaves, falling into the depths of pain.
In your memories I retreat, into this [bad word] 
In [bad word] solitude, without you I’ll fall down.
Into the Abyss of the loneliness. I’ll fall down.
sheet in white.
Deprived of your sweet mouths.
Gone aground in a sea of regrets.
In [bad word] solitude without you I will fall into the Abyss of distress.
naked space.
Missing memories, lacking emotions. Gone Aground, yes I am.
sheet, in Immaculate white.
Fragile as the light of a candle.
Dying, in the moment of expiration
In [bad word] solitude like a floe of cold ice.
I melt without you, I fall apart.
Because I am as the autumn leaves falling into the depths of pain.
In your memories I retreat, into this [bad word] 
“vaja jo los sepulcres cercant interrogant ànimes infernades
respondran car no [bad word] d’altre que mu en son contínuu plant”