The story of my madness
It has your name
your gladiolus face
And the sound of your voice
hooked on my heartbeat

Well the story of my life
He had by your side a thousand moments
passionate epics,
some other crying
And a pilgrim...
Penitent of your love,
Mixed feelings
eating my insides

Well the story of my life
It also has your body
that scent of jasmine
And in the mark of your lips,
beautiful scars you left
In every inch of my skin,
that at the end of the day
... It was also your skin

I haven't written for a month
That my hands stumble
I don't feel the value
To be out there walking alive
That my mind is empty
asking myself
If it helps in any way
get stuck writing poetry

It is true that you hurt me
That we are no longer what we were,
That the weather became adverse
In this never ending story
Of us without us
This story of my world
so far from sane
And more in line with dementia

Well, I am convinced
that the story of my madness
bear your name,
your gladiolus face
And the sound of your voice
Linking to my heartbeat,
that at the end of the day
... It was also your heartbeat