The day has left us
with nothing but darkness,
sealed with the warmth
of your never-fading kiss.
The road is covered up
with the film of my tears,
whispered in the colourful
obscurity that hides.
Who am I,
that’s waiting here for you
in the middle of
the road to my heart?
What is beauty,
if your beauty is concealed
every day again
in the black of the night?
A sleeping city will
never sleep anymore
after the moment
I slept with the city and you,
just like I will
never wake anymore,
without thinking
of our debut.
