To hold you once again... once again...
What will you do without me, little one?
Will you feel alone? Will you miss my shoes?
Will you be scared of the thunder? ...having it so close...
My evenings are lost in the maze of your memories
What have we not done together? What have we not shared?
Lately, the strawberry ice cream melts dripping to the floor
and waits there
To whom will you wake up with your warm and sticky tongue ?
Will there be sunrises there?
From whom will you hide the shoes?
Will there be shoes there?
When we meet again...
Will you be waiting for me?
Will you remember me?
...or my voice? ...or my shoes?