Damp places  And rocky pates  Do create the landscape  Of my previous experiences  Which form the lonely way  Of my life  Now step by step  I try to continue  Again towards my future  Waiting to find any green meadow  In which some well  Standing rainbow grows up    Who shows me  The right way?    I try... I try going on  But in every minute that I walk  It wearies more to continue my way  And if I stop for a minute to breathe  When I want to undertake my running    My body weights as a trunk  My legs are rigid  From my feet grow some roots up  That penetrates in the puddle ground  My arms strech as branches  My fingers are bitter fruits  And my mind doesn't understand  Why all these changes are happening  Motionless  Motionless  Motionless in the middle of this way  I feel  I feel  I feel that somebody lies  It comes to me  It comes to me  It comes to me floating, dancing with the wind  They are the shadows  They are the shadows  They are the shadows of my past    They have  Done this to me