Words that you said and no longer say, Words like a sun that burned me, Crazy eyes from blowing wind In eyes that were mine, and happier.
Words you said and said Secrets that were slow at dawn, Imperfect, murmured promises While our kisses allow.
Words that say, meaningless, No way, but just because they were That brings the calm of the stars At night that associates to my ear ...
Words that do not say, nor are yours, Who died, who no longer exist That are mine, only mine, because they persist In the memory that drags through the streets.