The Loneliness

Rest only as a wolf in the steppe the silence winds me the wind he/she takes me among its braccias.

You remember past and sufferings I still feel the evil of the wounds.
But I am here still and I try to react.

Only on the bed sat to read a book wound in my thoughts I see the faces of those that surround me again.

Also closing the eyes the head hurts me.
I don't want to risk to make some evil.