Among the remainders of the wreck and the memory
like a shadow,
gets up in their lives a third one who doesn't name
but disturbs and puts ice in this story
Both thought this was a game in fact
after almost thirty winters the end.
Who put more, both reproach
who put more, what leans the balance
who put more warmth, tenderness, comprehension.
who put more, who put more love.
They keep putting two silverware on the table
and two beers,
there's no night without a lightsleep
and memories are a great puzzle
two men alone and people around
thirty autumns against the accusing finger.