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Suddenly, you awake

on the threshold of the oblivion;

a growing weeping

slowly foments a spark...

A glorious explosion,

vanguard of mutable time,

scatters in the gloomy room

an heavy white fog...

White lethargic ashes

that generate the austere negation

and the slow progressive extinction

of all that is emotion.

Motionless, in this neutral world

theatre of the radical fatalism:

all the big sorrows of life

and its most delicate smiles.

Rotting with your shade,

memories in fading perennially,

losing yourself into immortal stillness...

A world, a life, forever stopped.

Exhausted of the vital essence,

in an eternal mental sleep,

shell without dreams, nothing,

empty human being that still breaths.