Where?

It's strange to lose a part of yourself.
Where's the bright, where's the pride, where's the fear?
Where's the emotion, where's the passion, where's the fire?
Everything is faded.

The part that is left is gray, is dead, is nothing.
There's just "solitudine",
"silêncio",
"solidão".

That strange feeling that makes you feel not alone, not alive, not here.
But there...
There where you can't be.