This is the last time I hear the cathedral bells ringing
As if they were knocking on the door of one of our memories
The last time I look into the bottom of my cup
The last rains of my sorrow
That I feel the fever of your fingers patiently retracing
All the roads of my hand
This is the last time I feel in my pockets
The few coins I have left
As if they had fallen to the bottom of the ocean
The last time I sit on a bench
A bench that agrees to receive my secrets forever
The last time you ask me
"Why" and I answer you, "For everything"
This is the last time the tears fall on the wrong side
The last time I invent a lie
To protect my universe and then my dream
This is the last time I wipe the fog from your cheeks
That I tell myself that there are so many things I have not been able to solve
This is the last time I do not look up
For fear of meeting other eyes
For fear of being saved by a glance
Or by a shoulder
The last time I stumble
Thinking I recognize the sound of your voice
That I imagine myself falling along our skins and then our walls
This is the last time I apologize
For the gap that tears us apart
That I search for your shadow
Just to be able to write again
The last time I go sailing
To defuse distances
That I argue just with your silence
And that I bump into an absence
Not yours but mine
When nothing makes sense anymore

But, and the last time a small detail will change the course of my life
That the sound of thunder will wake me from a dream in the middle of the night
And the last time I'll be late
Just to be able to miss someone again
That I will tell him, "Goodbye" and that I will be certain of it
The last time I will listen to a person with all my eyes
And that this same person will have the strength
To make me lose my seriousness
The last time a wound
Will settle somewhere other than on my skin
That I will take the plane with her or even the boat
The last time I will tremble
And the cold will have nothing to do with it
That I'll ask you because I haven't found anything else
Simply for your support
And the last time I will hurt my knees
Like a child learning to fall
That I'll tell myself that I've made mistakes
And sometimes without being wrong
The last time I will touch a memory
The last time I'll tell myself that
Escaping is not necessarily running away
The last time I will ask you to look
To look at how far she is
How far she is
The last time

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