Until then I had never been so terrified
of airports
Fill me with hugs, fill with kisses,
I think your flight was announced.
And through tears your shape is devoured by the crowd,
and a foul-smelling fiend sinks in my soul its sharp fangs.

Its sharp fangs.

I stay behind with the metallic taste of loneliness
and tear the pages of the calendar.
I'm afraid, I'm cold and I have doubts,
and I revise everything.
Like a fleeting and vague dream, this story has begun,
and I don't really know if it was real.

Who could've guessed that I was going to find you one night by chance,
while I was playing the sentimental fool.
"What are you doing here? I was about to leave,
it's good to meet you".

And you and I motionless, and all around us
colors, hours and faces spinned.

Hours and faces spinned.

But all this is not important,
"so tell me about you and don't stop".
The music barely allowed you with its thundering.
"Tell me how was everything before".
Although I seriously doubt there was really a before,
I can only remember clearly there was an after.

Through the shoving, through the crowd,
I clumsily get closer with teenage palpitations,
in that club where not even one ray of light dared enter,
I know that outside, I know that outside it's dawning.

I know that outside it's dawning.

New meetings, new confesions, and suddenly I find myself
lost in an airport,
with the nightmares that day after day accompany me,
with which I torment myself:

To what rhythm are your hips dancing,
what sweats are feeding you, I'm so scared
you might forget the way back,
the way back.