It is fragile but still is
Your thought to be with me.
You are still the hypothesis,
The most plausible that only exists.
Forgive me for the arguments with fights,
Despaired and illogical, like me...
Tell me that you are ready
To give me a hand,
Never to let me love another one,
To show as it is still important
More than ever the thought to be with me.
You know, the time separates,
The time will distinguish in us the glass from diamonds.
As if like now I'm managing to distinguish
The sense from the pain
Which was in me.
I feel that you are ready
To give me a hand
And never leave me behind anything,
To show without renouncing
In you, the thought that only exists.
To share, to defend
More than yesterday next to me...
More than ever
The thought to be with me.
It is fragile but still is,
Still is...