I'd like to know how you look forward to the evening,
collapsed in your comfortable armchair.
I'd like to see the light slowly disappear
on your face,
how do you look at the sky
the last ray that passes through the clouds,
how your eyes are full of daylight
shine of love…
I wish, oh, how much I want to know
if in the dreams of your eyelids
I am still, I still exist.