Impronte [English translation]

For each thing that divides us

all that's left

are some faded marks on the wall

that I've written,

and erased.

In the coldest rooms,

a warm smile erupts,

where I've learned to feel you

studying your breath

when the day approaches its disappearance.

I preferred leaving

before being left myself,

before the heart

by itself slipped into the darkness,

along with yellowing fans.

You're still a glimpsed flash of lightning

beyond the windows of the train,

in the sudden space

that survives in a dream.

That survives in a dream...

survives in a dream...

That survives in a dream...

survives in a dream...