Tormented Mind

The black deer with his sleeping bough,
Blames the awakening silence.
Mists and shadows arouse my mind,
I would have thought to be alive …
In the drifting darkness,
Absurdity laugh at me.
Its fat and trembling voice,
Overcomes my joys.
As a burden it awakes me,
Numbing my wishes,
It spreads horrors of my sleep,
In a vision of my life.
Absent in life, I will be in death,
My eyes open in front of the abyss,
Will watch the horizon becomes in collusion
With the silence and its crime.