Nothing scares me more than time, than absence and wind.
Than your goodbye and your memory, your forgetfulness and your fears. Than our promise to the moon that we would love each other, but the clouds took away the words as the rays of the Sun took that December afternoon ... Letting our kisses vanish because of the pain, the anger and resentment.
May you find an angel that protects you better than my heat ...

But, you know what, I'm not afraid of the trust of your eyes, of your smell, of our magic.
Our little flame from that candle capable of illuminating a thousand paths,

and if you turn off love, pass me that lighter and we will turn it on again, as your cigars are lit while we watch the dawn vanish with your smoke.