Of everything that we lived with
only fragments remain
because the endless illusions
they were dying during the long tract of time where I did not have you
Of the gifts and kisses
only ashes remain
because in my empty bed the smell of your body lost the battle
with the smell of cigarettes
Among pieces of nothing I found that I love you and this is the truth
I regret that I never knew how to say what I feel
Tell me what I do with all the memories
and my desire to want to return
with so many nights without your fire
the silence won't let me think
It's hard to believe
but I go on living
with the few little pieces of you