I would like to tell you so much,
but it’s useless to write these letters
with no One to hear them,
my voice burns as my tears dry up.
What a murmur is my tone
It is worth little to tell you, today I saw
your soft face,
your short hair,
Curly smile,
Pale yellowish skin like a December sky
With two emerging moons provocative coffee colour like the one you like to drink so much in the cold mornings
which I won’t be there.
I would like to tell you something,
but
my shade is dry, bluish, and raspy.
The amplitude of my words is attenuated just as it happens to the deep aphonic sound my mouth emits.
what’s the use of saying it if…if…if you will never feel my voice.
And I surrender to the idea that my mute voice will never reach your ears.