I enjoyed finding in your eyes the bedclothes
And searching for your hand as you flee from me... because I always was a fool
You are a lake beneath the ashes, offering silhouettes that are always fading away
I shouldn't have spoken like that, do you understand?
We both know you're better than this
A door slams shut
Can I tell you?
You always slam the doors so hard
I sit to smell oregano or basil
You wouldn't mind for the reasons...
In the end, nothing will have value and it will also be a silhouette
Today I'm just someone at the station
How badly did I do?
Maybe it's not so bad
I walked so much to get here
Maybe I can be familiar to you when we lose fear
Where are those legendary adventures?
Like that dog standing there on that corner
What contraption kept my standards?
And when it's not there you notice something strange or you understand it
There's a child waiting at the school gate
Who is that child?
I thought I would do well
I really wanted to
But now that in the mud there are only twisted and rusted shapes
Memories don't serve
Now I know
I couldn't change
I'm sorry I arrived so late,
I don't remember much
Just don't lose that perfume
Just don't
You can close the door now
I'm sorry I arrived so late