And I plunge into my depths, where thoughts flow

And I plunge into my depths, where thoughts flow, Like a river seeking its path among rocks and forests, In a silent world, where melancholy grows like a mountain On the plains of my soul, scorched by the sun of memories. From where comes this sweet and heavy burden, This shadow that settles on my heart? Perhaps from places where dreams meet reality, Where the soul has finished its harvest and now only feels, Life is a wound, a deep and ancient wound, A secret we all carry in silence. It is pure suffering, unfiltered through illusions, Clear as the dawn spilling over the world, Like your smile dispersing the heavy clouds of despair. But you, my beautiful curious one, do not seek answers In the labyrinth of this infinite melancholy. Be silent, and listen to the silence that surrounds us, Be silent, and let your soul delve into the unknown. Uninitiated in the mysteries of pain, your innocent mouth Has not yet uttered the heavy words of life. Even more than Life, Death has caught us In her subtle traps, taught us to love The illusion, to intoxicate ourselves with dreams and hopes. And thus, I let myself be carried by the waves of melancholy, I plunge into your clear eyes like a serene sky, As in a dream where time stands still, And gently I fall asleep, in the shadow slipping from your eyelids, Finding my peace in this eternal flow of consciousness.