You are not and here in this solitude of my room, my whole world is my body, this white silence is testing the pages of my sonnets anew, come and dont go back this way, this is my death road, the air in the room is frozen, then dont do this, this air is worse,
I was tortured from this gray silence , from this silence, I dont know, this face and my face became a stranger, even I went with you, and I I was lonely again, how bad it feels, this incident is dripping from this ceiling of the song, the whole world is mine, this room,
even though I worship you, tell me why your path has been going , tell me what is the reason for your passing through me, except for my kindness, the reason for your passage, all I wish is that I live in this room, in your arms, peacefully, next to all your distractions, I believe your breath again
, I was tortured by this gray silence, of this silence.I dont know what a
bad feeling it feels like this is happening from this ceiling of the song, its all my world, this room is my whole world.
