He put on some perfume
He even shaved closely
To kiss her when she comes back
He waits without getting tired
But there is no one

He always does the same gestures
Prepares for only one thing
For her smile when she comes back
And this silence he imposes on himself
If she ever rings

In his breathless nights
With his eyes closed, he still burns
For the day when she will return
He calls her even when he sleeps
But there is no one

Sitting close to his shadow
He hears his tears flowing
Will she see them when she comes back?
In his room he makes rounds
Of summer and autumn

Do we become crazy, tell me, are we crazy?
Is there anything else to do?
Than to become crazy, yes, to become crazy, spinning alone?
Are we really crazy when to survive, we hope?

And as the faces change
As the seasons pass
He will be ready when she comes back
He will sing her the song of their first time
And even if nothing remains, but dotted memories
If none of this ever existed
If he made it all up, he will be there

Yes, he will be there
When she comes back

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