There are sorrows that we can not heal,
elude or prevent…
They are the sorrows of the heart…

They are lost souls,
in pearl forests,
where they did not look for the exit,
where they did not find the path…

Difficult to touch your strings,
impossible to listen to their chords,
they are loft guitars,
that never wanted to sound again…

Empty sadness,
sorrows yertas,numbed by a deserted farce…
Weaknesses,
unhappy sadness,
nourished by those other hectic souls…

How much would I give for being able to tear you
that damn sadness!