She got tired of waiting
and fell sleep
at about three a.m.
In front of her
was that empty sofa,
probably,
it was the first time.
The fire was going out
in a white silence,
the sun kissed her forehead
and she woke up.
Who would have stolen her sweetheart?
Who would have pampered him?
Where would have he spent the night?
Who would have kissed him?
Who will have prepared his coffee today?
Who will have waken him up?
Who will have caressed his back?
Who will have loved him?
The morning started
and, on the clock,
it was almost ten a.m.
She heard his steps
coming up the stairway,
and she got dress by the pride
so not to cry.
He kept silent,
caressed her hands,
and she was seduced.
Who would have stolen her sweetheart?
Who would have pampered him?
Where would have he spent the night?
Who would have kissed him?
Who will have prepared his coffee today?
Who will have waken him up?
Who will have caressed his back?
Who will have loved him?