I closed the door, put the keys in my pocket and left the porch.
The daughter will return from school by herself and will eat something by herself.
And I walked along the water smiling like I’ve won a lucky ticket…
You know, Olga, if I were a dancer, I would dance for you the minuet.
It’s so good, that the city has so much water – if one wishes one can pound it. (1)
I was just wearing out my shoes and didn’t notice as the night fell.
But stalls, thanks God, are working at night, and I stood up to buy cigarettes…
You know, Olga, if I were a dancer, I would dance for you the minuet.
But at the end of a day I would like to find you here, under the colored quilt.
When I run out of paint, I will be drawing you with a chalk on the walls of the buildings.
When I run out of songs, I will read to you a prose.
If you won’t mind, if you still be…
Suddenly, the night ended and the Lord turned on the light, and it irritated my eyes.
And I shouted towards the light “Hello!” but a storm broke in response.
And water washed away dust and sweat and fatigue of past years…
You know, Olga, if I were a dancer, I would dance for you the minuet.
But at the end of a day I would like to find you here, under the colored quilt.
When I run out of paint, I will be drawing you with a chalk on the walls of the buildings.
When I run out of songs, I will read to you a prose.
If you won’t mind, if you still be…