Metade

May the force of fear I have
Not prevent me from seeing what I long for
May the death of everything I believe in
Not cover my ears and mouth
Because half of me is what I shout
But the other half is silence

May the music I hear in the distance
Be beautiful even in sadness
May the woman I love be forever loved
Even if far away
Because half of me is departure
But the other half is longing

May the words I speak
Not be heard as a prayer, nor repeated fervently
Just respected as the only thing
Left to a man flooded with feelings
Because half of me is what I hear
But the other half is what I silence

May this desire to leave
Transform into the calm and peace I deserve
May this tension that corrodes me from within
One day be rewarded
May the mirror reflect on my face a sweet smile
That I remember having given in childhood
Because half of me is the memory of what I was
But the other half, I don't know

May it not take more than a simple joy
To quiet my spirit
And may your silence speak to me more and more
Because half of me is shelter
But the other half is fatigue

May art point us to an answer
Even if it doesn't know
And may no one try to complicate it
Because simplicity is needed to make it flourish
Because half of me is the audience
The other half is the song
And may my madness be forgiven
Because half of me is love
And the other half as well