i abstain from any judgment

gone are the days when I felt no cold,
gone are the times when I could breathe the dense air you call "life."
gone with the flow the times when I waited for the best,

waited for my present to be real,
while my future was already growing nails of its own.

so naïve; artlessly made to stand as witness
of a nonexistent external world,

to believe yourself part of it,
to believe your dreams as accomplishable as everyone's elses,
to suffer the consequences of your isolation,
to believe yourself part of it.

a sparkle that cheats on you,
that keeps you close,
that is part of an illusion,
that puts you back again in your dais.

vuelven las noches frías,
vuelve la oscura habitación.
oscuridad donde nadie me ve,
oscuridad donde no existo.