I cover the bed
and put the two old pillows
full of memories
and with the salt of tears weeping.
I and the night are true friends.
She entertains me with dreams,
and I leave her the dreams ...
and a glass of wine unprofitable,
the first kiss stuck in the heart,
one suffering separation ...
I share loneliness with her
attached to my fragile shoulder -
born of uninvited encounters.
I cover the bed
and put the two old pillows,
full of memories
and with that charming breath of love
Goodbye and Kisses ...