I can't still believe it,
    You are arriving to my side
    And the night is a handful
    Of stars and happiness.

    I feel, taste, listen and see
    Your face, your long step,
    Your hands and, however,
    I can't still believe it.

    Your return has so much
    In common with you and me,
    That, because I guess it I say it,
    And because of the doubts I sing it.

    No one ever could replace you
    And the most trivial things
    Become fundamental,
    Because you are arriving home,
    However I still
    Doubt of this good luck,
    Because the pleasure of having you
    Seems to me like a fantasy.

    But you come and it is sure
    And you come with your gaze,
    And for that reason your arrival
    Makes the future magic.

    And although I have not always understood
    My blames and my breakdowns,
    On the other hand I know that in your arms
    The world has sense.

    And if I kiss the audacity
    And the mystery of your lips
    There won't be doubts nor misunderstandings,
    I will love you much more.

Mario Benedetti