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