The woman on the bridge


The woman on the bridge

I look at the clock
and wonder. x2

why why

the hours go by
without anyone stopping them x2

why why

I look at the sky
flying drops
dress the mist
that transforms
the streets and the corners
in undulating shapes
in undulating shapes

under under under
a thousand veils of doubts
of doubts of doubts

It's already late
for you to come x2

but not matter no

I will have a coffee
looking at the river
that carries the lost dreams x2

I will sip it
as if I drank you
and stir the sugar
without thinking of anythng else

and not be a prisoner
of the emptiness that you leave me. x2