In the depths of silence, my thoughts flow like an unseen river

In the depths of silence, my thoughts flow like an unseen river, I sink and rise, like a bird caught in the flight of night, each breath becomes a song of time passing by, an echo of moments lived, purer and clearer, endless. On the shores of my dreams, the sky stretches infinite and vast, the cold wind, messenger of forgetfulness, whispers old stories, and the clouds, like fleeting dreams, weave their fragile shadows on the window of my soul, ephemeral and dancing in the evening light. I will not disappear in the longing-filled summer, nor in the rusty autumn, the snow of winter will not bear the imprint of my silent and cold passage. Look, my love, how in the corner of the sky, between me and life, a fragile spider web shines like an unseen bond. Within me, something struggles like a spider crushed by the passage of time, running through my blood and slowly fading into silence, but every gesture, every word remains suspended in the air, seeking answers between the present moment and the infinity of silence. Yes, I cry out to time about my journey through this world, with the voice of a melancholy that sings softly in the background, yes, I speak to myself about the silent passing of time, but time answers me only with a deep and cold silence. Fly, flame of dreams, through the window of my open heart, trembling on a wick of longing and hope, burned and alive. Murmur, river of time! Resound over me, my city, my bell of fire, of memories that never fade. Above my forgotten grave, under the dark and vast sky, let young life cry out with an endless and burning fervor.