In a vast cauldron, where hearts boil in suffering and dreams

In a vast cauldron, where hearts boil in suffering and dreams, Society rounds itself like a sea of untamed thoughts, Under a leaden sky, where time flows like a river of memories, The heavy clouds of forgetfulness gather, shading every glimpse of light, There, in the vastness of silence, if you don't feel, don't move, don't disturb, A film of indifference forms, like a skin on cold soup, Slowly, it covers the depths with a layer of apathy and forgetfulness, And in this velvet silence, the world becomes a dull painting, A world where dreams drown in their own weight, But maybe, just maybe, with a gesture of love, with a whisper of longing, The entire sea of monotony might awaken to life, Each soul could dance again, like a living flame, Burning with passion, desire, like a shooting star in the night, Spreading light in the darkness that surrounds us, For only by moving, by stirring, can we find color once more.