How to remember without suffering? br to recollect without horror? br The sound has transported me br to that kingdom where life does not exist br and I remain inert without feeling. br br How to repeat, next day after next day br the unfinished story, br how to bear the image of harsh things br of tomorrow with the harsh things of today? br br How to protect myself from wounds br that keep the event that caused them br always present in me? br Any event that brings back to the earth br its purple madness. br And most of all that wound I inflict on myself br every hour, something br from the innocent I no longer am. br br Nothing answers, life has turned to stone.