If one day, for just a moment,
I cross your mind,
and you want to hear from me,
don't look for me, don't call me,
don't write to me, please,
the echo of your doubts
awakens the old pain.
In the evening breeze,
my shadow still walks,
memories like waves,
whisper between the palms.
But time, with its magic,
has been erasing yesterday,
and although sometimes I am assaulted by
the desire to be reborn.
If one day, just for an instant,
my laughter comes to your mind,
don't long for it, don't cloud it,
don't look for it in my past.
Let each one follow his own path,
on this journey,
and even if your presence is missing,
it is better to let it go,
let it go, let it be.
