These Shadows

I wanted to die in the spite of love,

but my thoughts stood up

for the light.

I tried to make sense of this ballad,

but pain kept me from dreaming

against providence.

Love, do you exist to name lost stars?

Hate, did you come back to feed

our uncertain desires

with your bloody flesh?

Get up and look in my mirror.

Do you see these shadows

in my soul?

Loneliness, cruelly punctual as usual,

deals a blow with one heartbeat.

I will dedicate today's epitaph

to a tear, the last one in this city.