From the soul, from the heart,
of silence, of doubt,
of oblivion, of the path,
from the pain…

Rooms full of people,
with empty souls,
full of color,
empty of love…

Vain smiles,
fatuous congratulations,
petulant clothes,
where it does not shine
but vanity…

There are missing sincere words,
who long for us and wait,
who embrace and crave us,
that counts the minutes
until our arrival…

I hope this Christmas,
there are no more empty hearts
in every awakening…