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I can guess the flicker
Of the lights in the distance
Marking my return...
They are the same that illuminated
With their pale reflections
Deep hours of pain...

And even though I didn't want to come back,
You always return to your first love...
The old street where the echo said
Yours is its life, yours is its desire,
Under the mocking gaze of the stars
Who today see me return with indifference...

Return... with a withered forehead,
The snows of time have silvered my temples...
To feel... that life is a breath,
That twenty years is nothing,
That the feverish gaze, wandering in the shadows,
Seeks you and names you.
To live... with the soul clinging
To a sweet memory
That I cry for again...

I am afraid of the encounter
With the past that returns
To confront my life...
I am afraid of the nights
Filled with memories
That chain my dreaming...

But the traveler who flees
Sooner or later stops his journey...
And even though forgetfulness, which destroys everything,
Has killed my old illusion,
I keep hidden a humble hope
That is all the fortune of my heart