Perhaps we’ll name this light
which illuminates us…

Or we will wait for this darkness
It continues to manifest itself
As the ivy covering the walls, the colors,
Closing the doors …

perhaps
Me and you will not say goodbye …

But we will leave for different roads …

perhaps

If I were another man..
The ivy will bury us forever

Time will erase what it was.
but

My light is called, hope ..

My love is called Marta

And I, I’m not another man

And you…  will be mine … every night .