Calmly gripping my hand, I try to put aside

my lonely life, as you do with a plastic bag

used and ready to be thrown away.

So, am I alive? am I a dead? am I anything?

I doubt! like you doubt yourself sometimes

of what your eyes read in your heart.

Go away my lonely life, I'm too busy now

to keep on loving you, I'm too scared now

to keep embracing you.

Go away life, I'm too scared now,

but don't forget to come back in the spring

when my eyes cry and my heart starts to sing.