THE DOUBLE Comments

A misty brown-skinned young man
came and lay down at my side and looked at me
and I looked at him
and we were not strangers to each other

From the moment he came
he was trying to persuade me
to run away
a vagabond again
on the "Suicide road"
to rent another room in another life

Loneliness thrives in the night like a fever . . .

In the morning he waved goodbye and disappeared
that misty brown-skinned young man
who is buried in my past

To whom I was one of those that put him to death
But who often comes back
as if taking vengeance
at the limit of the night to meet with meA misty brown-skinned young man
came and lay down at my side and looked at me
and I looked at him
and we were not strangers to each other

From the moment he came
he was trying to persuade me
to run away
a vagabond again
on the "Suicide road"
to rent another room in another life

Loneliness thrives in the night like a fever . . .

In the morning he waved goodbye and disappeared
that misty brown-skinned young man
who is buried in my past

To whom I was one of those that put him to death
But who often comes back
as if taking vengeance
at the limit of the night to meet with me
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