You, with your pale hands,
look like a distant dream
but you are like the others.
You, you know how to speak the words
that I would like to hear you say,
but you are like the others.
You, when for the first time
you looked at me and smiled,
you seemed like a dream to me—
but then, getting to know you, I saw
you slip between my fingers
and think only of yourself
just like the others
who no longer exist for me
because I see now only you.
You seemed like a dream to me—
but then, getting to know you, I saw
you slip between my fingers
and think only of yourself
just like the others
who no longer exist for me
because I see now only you.