We arrive too late, wherever we go
to gather what we leave behind
in the patios of echoes where our voices float;
in cities and mansions where we live;
in the streets that lead us to so many directions.

We often meet in streets and dreams...

Often when we meet in streets
we avoid each other, thinking they are dreams.
When we meet in dreams
we try to touch each other, thinking we are in streets.
 We arrive too late, wherever we go...