Oh loneliness ! you are colder than winter, nevertheless you go deeper than a dagger that wounds life . And you burn, in sucha a way that even hope, you turn to ashes . How deep your look is but all the same it says nothing . You have the unmoving power of great differences . You are presence and absence at the same time . Your presence covers everything and also it seems to despise it all .
When you give me your hand , life leaves and you bring new life which is neither light nor color . On the contrary , it is loneliness , dark night of the soul , flute that no one will play, mirror that no one will reflect,
flower that no one will appreciate .
Loneliness has the power of breaking everything but it is not insolent power but enfolding magic that seems
related to death . You are cold kiss, you are dead bird, withered tree, anguish voice, a call , a clamor
that no one will listen to .
Loneliness, you certainly are the all of the nothing, last dwelling of darkness . A place where those who forgot the importance of loving will end .
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