Up there is the very spot where we first met,
and I do not really think I could be able -nor prepared-
to face my fate.
If I started to climb, my soul would start to descend.
One step upper would mean one step closer to the end.
In these stairs I saw
a woman I cared for.
Now I only watch the rain
sweeping away the best of both.
If you forgave me, I would try:
to be a better person, to be a better man.
Even though, my friends insist on saying:
“Man, you are mad.
You bumped into this girl,
but it was by accident,
it was a mistake.
She doesn’t remember it,
it was no big deal.
Now, stop reading your novels,
your madness is clear”.
