It was a cold sunday evening
The raindrops shook smoothly the window
He’d rather prefer it was snowing
There is someone outside waving
A friend came over without notice
To be sure he’s feeling fine
Is it just a dream?
Can you hear me?
Am I loosing my mind?
She touches his arm gently
And keeps whispering on his ear
Everything will be fine
The house is a huge mess
All he wants is to fill up the empty glass.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz