When we love
Anything is for remember
An old dress of the beloved woman
It has a lot of value
That bit of her perfume that remained in the bottle
Over the dressing table
Showing that the room
It was once the scenario of a great love
And today what I found made me sadder.
A little piece of it that exists
A strand of hair on my coat
I remembered everything between us
Of the lived love
That long strand of hair
It's been stuck in our sweat
When we love
And you do not live with the beloved woman.
Something for nothing
It's a good reason for us to cry.
The lights go out when the time comes
Going to bed
We start waiting for someone who loves
In the impression that she comes to lie down