I keep much more than what I lose.
I let you go but not the memory.
I keep those charming years.
The other ones will come, I'll tell you about them.
Because we both knew how to be happy and overcome our obstacles.
To always look ahead with you was already nothing but a spectacle.
And I understood that those who love a bit more, sleep much less.
I keep the golden shivers
because forgetting them wouldn't be sensible.
I even keep this open wound
and not being right doesn't haunt me.
Because we must accept the differences
that always existed between you and me.
Live without insisting on the importance of being fragile or the winner.
And while you were sleeping, I spied the heavens.
I saw the starts dancing on their tiptoes, looking at you
until filling your spaces up with the most beautiful light from there.
Until flooding our life with the most beautiful light!
I keep the things you've said at the door,
your breath on my chest and the mauve flowers.
Because there is no verdict, there's an ending, and in the middle, the good will remain.
I keep your rancour if it's okay with you.
I swear to you I let mine get lost.
If we have been part of a mistake,
at times we were also something better.