Behind the dry beats left by the clock,
behind this half-mast, colorless smile,
behind friends and smoke against the light,
behind the mirrors and the shadows, you are.
Behind the footsteps of those who come and go,
behind a calendar that reverses forwards,
behind each photo, of his face and his cross,
behind the prison of my nights, you are.
And no matter I tell myself a thousand times
that I must go on, live,
and as much as I deny your name
I can't get rid of you.
Because you are in the songs,
in the seams of my body, in the colors,
on other lips and other kisses, in poems
that remind me that you are not
in the silences that scream at night in my loneliness;
in the mornings, always naked of your smell;
in the windows, closed to this heart;
on these wings that no longer fly south;
behind everything, behind there is nothing but you.
Oh oh
Behind every corner of this cold big city,
behind that phone that forgot to speak,
behind the storms of calm and stillness,
behind another gesture and other voices, you are.
Behind every hug that wakes up my skin,
behind every letter that I wrote and that I burned,
behind the black sky, the white winter, the blue sea.
behind every day and every night, there you are.
And no matter I tell myself a thousand times
that I must go on, live,
and as much as I deny your name
I can't get rid of you.
Because you are in the songs,
in the seams of my body, in the colors,
on other lips and other kisses, in poems
that remind me that you are not
in the silences that scream at night in my loneliness;
in the mornings, always naked of your smell;
in the windows, closed to this heart;
on these wings that no longer fly south;
behind everything, behind there is nothing but you.
behind everything there is nothing left, just you,
just you, umm, just you.