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And I watch the snow, which is silent
installation on roofs and streets and silent
noise and old thoughts resurface,
as well as the ruins of the ancient and majestic
emerges, the shadow of the past
and immense sadness.

And I have a body among bodies,
any man between the silences everyone 's!
And thought is lost, in our silence and our empty
es '
hear a noise that no one feels, because it lies at the bottom of the guard and
' s alma
and infinite echoes the pain!

How many times have I had a dream that I thought
grab
and how many times I have not stopped shaking!
And so I look between the eyes, a
, one among many, a brief reflection
d 'an eternal mirror
mysterious shadow in the twilight.

How many times have I looked at the sky and how many times
'I tried! So
miro portraits, which boast of eternal
: Oh no! not have their memories, passions and longings
do not know;
empty the mind and the soul in that their
that was and what will, over time
flaunt their omnipotence!

And I am a man among men.
A name, among many names.
And how many times I've loved and how many times I was only
!
So I watch the sea, which in the end,
like me, holds the secrets, So remember it
those days when nobody cared
wounded when hungry, no one fed
: It 's our life!

But life is this life?! tell me? if,
go down slowly the sterile
flames of a fire that bossy, eternally burns,
in 'infinite and welcomes his game, while
watery eyes and shortness of breath and smoke
is forever the dark Heaven!

But we are an endless verses of the poem.