PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
The best is to remain silent,
Let the night take the scream,
The world is deaf, bewitched,
Silence is made, the echo is infinite.
A voice that rises is a broken echo,
The deaf earth does not want to hear,
It tires the soul, exasperated spirit,
And madness is a sad fall.
Words that dance in the wind,
Without direction, without port or quay,
It is better to keep the thought,
In silence, peace is made.
What is the use of shouting to the world,
If it proceeds without attention?
In silence, one finds the profound,
In the heart, redemption.