Elegy of a Farewell

cutting the line, turning the page in front of the mirror removing your name from the door because it should be irreplaceable for ever I can not write anymore of this fierce absence that doesn't fear the ice of the night that doesn't break itself in the dark depths of your distance it's the most terrible night it's the most suffocating and paralyzing Winter in the broken dream of a bright mirror it was yours, and it was mine, just yesterday and was shattered at a stroke in an only instant ruining into smithereens sharp with whom, devastating me, they cut my soul in the smallest arid fragments not reconstructable landsliding-dawn on the threshold of our house when it lacks even the verse, and you can not you can not turn the page in front of the mirror anymore and you only can remove her name from the door because it should be irreplaceable for ever