There's no point in trying to forget
for a long time more
you'll have to look for
so little details that you
aren't still ready to understand
but which matter anyway to say
who we are
if you see another woman walking
in your life
and you remember i was there
it's only her fault
and of the balanced rhytm of her steps
these are scraps of details
otherwise why
are you suddenly remembering
right me
I know another woman
is making up some set phrase
made of words like the ones I've already said
She looks like she's crazy to me
I don't think she loves you
so much
she doesn't make
grammatical mistakes
and without mistakes they're never happy
and if you're gonna make love to someone
do it silently
because if you tell another
my name
you're wrong
not everybody likes hearing
you talking about someone's not there anymore
there are details that make me understand
you think of me
don't tell me in your heart there's hardly anything left
so many details that you're changing
and you can already feel
the little spark
brings the high fire.