With every single shutting of the eyes, with every single wink,
I get weaker, i just start to think of a stupid emotional link,
The link that connects us in the very special place,
The place of mind, mind over matter, and in the place of space,
Thee occupy my mind like a sickness, like a headache,
Thou art the theme of my mind even if i don’t want thee to be.
What shall i do? What shall i say?