Smiles under the arm
and grief in the heart
matches and tobacco are sold
in a corner
matches and tobacco are sold
in a corner.
I hear her sing
matches and paper
and sips his coffee
and look without talking
and think without knowing
why he came to this world
And for what.
And your question
flew from table to table without answer
falling asleep behind the door
in case someone wants to answer one day
And I look at it
and I want to remember it as it was
I want to talk about that snuffbox
that one day in the tavern he looked at me.
As a young man he had love
with a handsome man
but it flew so high
that one day he did not come back.
but it flew so high that one day
He did not come back.
And he left him matches and paper
and a whole testament to be made
riches to win
and silks to knit
and a beautiful little corner in a cafe
And a question
that goes from table to table without answer
and she fell asleep behind the door
in case someone wants to answer one day
And I look at it
and I want to remember it as it was
I want to talk about that snuffbox
that one day in the tavern
I look myself.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)