YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE for whom every day
is ruined and then gone.

If it could be so, think for a moment,
no one else would sit down at the vacant table and start crying.

Look (he says): There is nothing here.
For all that will come you have to go to bed right now.

I’m sleepy, really,
without any reason, says

that Portuguese man.
(So, go on singing

on the other side, in the company
of the lame and mute.)