I walk with loneliness, she is my best and only friend
has long hours to talk, is good to treat
she has a silent voice almost like the wind soft,
she sleeps in my bed, and she uses to pose for my paintings ...

she understands my absurdities, we play the lonely
I do not know if I should say it but sometimes I fear her
she feels so cold that breaks my mirror
and she's so weird that sometimes I get sick

she's waiting I find a love
maybe that day she say "good bye"
perhaps in a while I get another star
but meanwhile I walk with her ...