I remember well when your dark eyes were emerging from the gloom of our staircase and my frozen lips from the morning cold were resting on your warm lips. I remember well when your blue eyes were laughing at the surprise blooming from my hands, and your words and hugs were consoling me from the sullen weariness of my thoughts. But the glass cracked and it drew an arabesque of fissures above us. Hugging above the oblivion, spirit and mind lost their balance and fell down. And now that I know you’re an illusion, I realize that maybe I didn’t love you, but only a creation of my mind. The shadows get longer, reality loses its shape, I feel a silence that desperately cries, while the sickness slowly advances, the sickness slowly advances... It mixes with my blood, reaches my heart, and my heart grows cold. So cold… Every time I walk among the ruins of my devastated soul, I see Love and Illusion holding hands. And you, my fellow traveller, do you have the courage to realize that you love what you WANT and not what IS? When the glass cracks and it draws an arabesque of fissures above us, hugging above the oblivion, spirit and mind, like disgraced tightrope walkers, lose their balance and fall down. And now that you know I’m an illusion all your castles crumble into dust and drag you to the cliff’s end. The shadows get longer, reality loses its shape, I feel a silence that desperately cries and roughly chokes my thoughts. And now that we know we are an illusion all our castles crumble into dust and drag us to the cliff’s end. The shadows get longer, reality loses its shape, I feel a silence that desperately cries and roughly chokes my thoughts. Now, once again, I patiently put together the pieces of glass, and I reassemble a glass bell of purity above us. I love you ‘cause I don’t know you and your deepest thoughts are an enigma to me. And so they will have to stay, so that not even once can I tell you that I know you, and one thousand times that I love you.