but we will be in the gloom again
and I won't be me again
and maybe you're not yourself either
but by then we will have crossed so many streets
we will have adjusted so many light bulbs
we will have said love to so much injustice
we will arrive defeated, that is why we will arrive victorious.
I will ask your name and you will tell me a different one
You'll name me three times and I won't know who you're calling
but we will be in the gloom again
life will be on the edge of time
at that moment the mills will stop,
the wind, the water, the cows will leave their mouths open,
the grass, the sea, the constellations,
and you will move your lips and I will leave them.
empires, wars will pass, people will make love
no laziness, tar, ash, highways, cherries,
we will be in the gloom again and we will not know
and we will not be you again or me again.
but you will move your lips and I will leave them:
there was not a century in which there was not a syllable in your mouth,
shutting me up, you give me life
when you name me.