I write to you from the sidewalks
Of our cities dressed for Christmas
About some winter nights
With bitter-sweet tastes
I write to you about these evenings with their night lights
About the sparkling eyes of this little girl
At the feet of a tall (Christmas) tree
On 5th Avenue
I write to you about a departure
About a forgotten suitcase
I write to you from a white lake
Where a couple skates
I write to you from a desert
Where the wreckage of a ship recalls the sea
I write to you from a land
Where houses crumble
I write to you from Venice
Where lovers awake
To the sound of the old bell-towers
Maybe there will be snow again this year
I write to you from the sea, off Gibraltar,
From a view of Tangiers
I write to you from Africa
Where people die by the thousands
From the four corners of the earth
I write to you from the trenches of abandoned wars
I write to you about a kiss, from this bench in Paris
Where two lovers interweave in their eternity
And that nothing or anyone one could ever disturb
I write to you from a cafe, from the wing of a plane
Where our memories entwine in your eternity
And that no one and nothing could ever take from me
I write to you from the skies of the corner of the world
Where the bodies of starving children, so light,
Get up without making a sound
I write to you from a street where we dance and we sing
I write to you from the pen and desk of a lonely old man in a forgotten room
I write to you on behalf of these impotent gods
in whose names we kill
I write to you from the hand of these men
About peace that they have not renounced
I write to you from the Seine, the Eiffel Tower
Shining in passing river reflections
I write to you about the memory
Of one kiss among thousands
From the four corners of the earth
I will travel the world
on this very ordinary day
I write to you of this dream of having loved you so much
I write to you dazzled by all this humanity
From the four corners of the earth
I will travel the world
on a very ordinary day
I write to you of this dream of having loved you so much
I write to you dazzled by all this humanity
I write to you from the trenches of abandoned wars
From the four corners of the earth
Of Having loved you so much
I write to you dazzled by all this humanity
From the four corners of the earth
I write to you from this dream of having loved you so much
From the four corners of the earth, of the earth, of the earth
Of this dream, of this dream
Of loving so much
By so much humanity
I write to you dazzled by all this humanity
From the four corners of the earth
loved…
loved so much…