Repetition of my behaviour   Is an everlasting course of scenes   That run after one another   Fixed points of a vicious circle   That I wasn't able to break   Of a schematic existence   As futile as my own behaviour      My life is a long journey   Through the desolate ways of time   A course of infinite sensations within myself   Companions of my destiny   Unrelenting and obscure omen of death      A sad certainty   The sole step of my existence   Which will make me alike those around me   I've ever lived without thinking about it   Jealously keeping within me   The phobia of what will happen   That morbid fear which day by day   Has worn out my thoughts   Rendering my life a slow agonizing suicide      Giving birth to my deepest anguish   Aware of not existing      Revelation of the obscure omen   Achievement of my destiny   Now I realize I've never really lived   I think over the infinity of things that I could have done   But my courage failed   Desires... never fullfilled   Dreams... never realized   Because of stupid fears      I feel I have thrown away a lot of time that was at my disposal   During the journey of my life   Into the obscure abyss of forgetfullness and depression   That journey which was not so long as I imagined