I've been down in the abyss for too long
On a nineteenth century armchair
To think the abstract
I left my shape on it, but no image
Tears cold as ice freezed my eyes
That didn't see the painting on the walls
Nor who was close to me
And didn't leave a shape
But an image
Kronos. It's time to know
I've been enemy of the time
To think the abstract
Kronos. It's time to go
It's time to look from above
In the abyss to see
Cold tears' ice dissolved
And became a calm sea
In the abyss to remember
When I left I shape
But no image
No image