You already know my friend that we didn't see each other last night
Tell me how living with the absence suits you
How unfair the summers are and around September
How unjust its recklessness
I wished that that night would never end
But my body has become prisoner of drowsiness
They say that adventures are things of Saint Forgetfulness
How damned the sayings
That are said without conscience
I never imagined that it hurt so so much
I, who laughed at the Don Juans and at love
I, who closed my doors to love bolt and bar
The key that opens them without meaning to has arrived
Now my mind is loaded with sorrows
I ask destiny when I'll see you again
Now I am the waiting that despairs while waiting
I don't see tomorrow without thinking about yesterday
I write you this from that breakwater
The one that offered us those sunsets
I already count the seconds, the minutes and the hours
That I have left in this life
To be able to see you again
I wished that that night would never end
But my body has become prisoner of drowsiness
And it says that adventures are things of Saint Forgetfulness
How damned the words
That are said without conscience
If you feel lonely send a message with the wind
I'm going to leave my window ajar
In case the sea brings me the scent of your body
And I'm lucky that it finds me on the pillow
There was never a happy goodbye for the mind
When the illusion of the verb to love is involved
And now I am the waiting that despairs while waiting
Please friend don't forget me