Another you,
Where to find her?
Another who
Would surprise me.
Another you,
Similar misfortune..
Who knows if
There is another you.
With the same conversations,
Your those expressions
Which I can not catch
On another face.
This always attentive look
For my movements
When I go out of your space a bit.
With the same fantasy,
With the ability
To adjust to mad rhythms
Of my moods.
Another like you
Even if I make her up,
It seems me clear that
I got confused with you
And it is always
More evident....
And every evening I miss
Your jealousy,
Even if then you were more mine
And I miss my eyes
Which have remained there
Where I had left them
On you.
Another like you
Even if I make her up,
It seems me clear that
I got confused with you
And it is always
More evident....
And it is always anxiously...
Evidently more anxious...
But I don't believe
In another you...