I’ve sat on the grave, so old and forgotten, I've thought of that one who was dead. The shining sun has hid behind the clouds As I am looking at that somber bed. The autumn leaves are rustling in the wind But I hear that sound no more. His feigned words of love are ringing in my head. Of what there was before. The life embraces me with its killing hands, My salvation is out of reach. I’m staring into the eyes of fate, It’s awaiting me to beseech. All pleas in vain, so I won’t plead Nor I won’t yield to it. For after all it will be broken, A little sandcastle that I built… 22 December 2004