Tenderness is also serious 
and a caress will certainly not heal her. 
How many children have you lost, life, only God do you know. 
And here, without limits, we drug the moments 
hoping then that that emptiness inside us 
you abandon us sooner or later. 

There are so many feelings that we haven't worn for an eternity, 
also rare compliments and who makes them. 
Friendship is consoled, she concludes some business too.

We are also exiles on the raft of the ami. 

I'll give you a poem, don't throw it away 
which can always be useful, 
warm in the freezing winters you will encounter. 
You will remember me, that crazy artist 
who did not want to resign himself not to fly anymore. 

Because? Why is there someone who turns you off? 
Who is it? Who is it that the heart offends? 

Cruel and ungrateful men, nothing will last in your hands, 
if only you stopped to experience a sunset 
inside you would find the healthy tiredness of those who never stop 
and that hope that one day will smile at all of us. 

You will remember me, this crazy artist 
who does not want to resign himself to not flying anymore. 

With you! For you! You and I count on you !!! Me and you! I do not ask for more. 

A tear is needed when there is serenity at the bottom of the heart 
and a smile to this life for what it gives us.