it doesn't reach the silence here prisoner
the trembling warble of sea
wounded by the blades of sun
today enlightening the sands' expanse
the five white walls surrounding
soon have lost your voice's memory
your suicide words on some paper sheet
your pictures too resting empty
I know you let the doubt
you let the press oiled by pain, devours you
in some part of the city that I'm not allowed to reach
I murmur to myself your name
I say it agan in church when I succeed in finding strength to go out among people
but sometimes it seems that we two never existed


Translated by Massimo Giovara