The man has inside, sleeping, a woman.
Every time he gets drunk, the girl in him wakes up.
I've known him for a long time and we get along very well.
He respects me and I respect him; I think he knows that I know?
that he knows he lives behind a door that,
sober, does not dare to open. What I know? that he lives
prisoner behind a look that only knows how to suggest.
Hiding the why, his way of feeling,
his consciousness of being different from me?
When, drunk, her other way of being escapes,
Silent I receive it, because I know? that being a witness is my role.
I know? that he, by giving me his trust, also gives me
hope to find in me? to a faithful friend.
Someone who understands that drinks take the woman,
below, to ask you to understand it, to him.
My friend has inside, sleeping a woman.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)