in this empty room
together with the smooth light
Hitting uncertain compasses
on this crying violin of mine,
remember you not,
remember but nothing.
Realise how far from happiness I am,
in this castle where I'm the queen,
have not crossed my borders yet.
No friend or lover tonight
to comfort my frozen heart
and my voice is lost in perpetual silence
as long as I try to understand why,
or how I reached the saddest level
where I am what I ever wanted to be...
Silvia Guadarrama
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