The life slowly comes
to be the same it was…
In front my open window,
rain after rain, dawn after dusk,
I see the times goes by.
And I am here, so quiet,
as if I could step aside of time,
in a forgotten corner
where your warmth still,
where still your life.
And then, a shadow by my side…
…it might be you
…but you are not.
A tide of sadness blurs my eyes.
I wonder whether something
like a soul exists,
for I remember when you made
a cradle from my arms…