Let me hear the wind. I have to remember, things change.
Uncertain.Beautiful.Peaceful. A few hours for salvation.
Please, let me hear the wind.
Everything moves here.
Bended branches foundle lonely brushes while you look at me.
Join me. Leave me.
My mind's melting you with them.
The air is like a caress. Let me hear the wind.
This is too obvious : you're not wanted here.
Looking at my open-air grave.
I want to leave without screams, without love, without you.
I'm not depressed, I'm dead.
I remeber how beautiful you were when I was alive.
Clouds were hiding the wrong stars :
you were the best source of light.
Lowering mountains stop watching over me.
Trees are blending, as confused fragrances offer themselves to me.
Your eyes are blurred. I know all of this is brought about the tears you see.
Whatever, it's the way I'm seeing the world.
And I'm seeing it for the last time.