The streets are becoming empty, without light,
going over a lane once animated by
in a dusty and dilapidated bar,
I sit and look in the mirror finish.
guardarvici so it cost me in, see
figures of family and friends and listen, listen to their last words
that they could not leave to fate.
Here my father is the space between them,
me that has not stopped playing, what kind
my father, I do not know 'who resembles him
so that we can do! I smiled for a moment, then disappears
, as on that day, without warning.
is a dear friend sits beside me, he does not want
to speak and 'tired
his eyes to look on the ground,
make me understand I had never left.
I get up and go outside, a mist m'avvolge,
my sadness and more gray 'of this, I continue to
a narrow alley, very dear to me,
with open arms caress her sides, feeling the mold
under your fingers, scratch the floor, climbing the steps
see ghosts of the monks,
see the house where I was born,
old memories of a past gone by.
I climb the 'last step of the climb,
I look up, the fog is gone, the empty balconies
fly up the pigeons,
I wonder, why not rest?
perhaps saran souls that before I met!
or will be 'confused dream.
