In silence I kept my words,
For he who loves in cries knows pain,
knows how to cry without uttering a cry,
hiding wounds that tear the soul.
In the shadows of my silence,
hides a sea of voiceless emotions,
where love becomes something atrocious,
and pain becomes a labyrinth without an abyss.
Who can understand this silent torment,
when the heart suffers in stillness?
Only he who loves with full virtue
understands this silence, this slow lament.
Thus I live between whispers and sighs,
carrying in silence my deepest feelings,
mute before the world,
but in my soul echoes sighs resound.
