Sometimes is only a memory, and old phantom of the past Or an unexpected visit, floating there Like an inmobile slide, however other times I can feel its presence after me, by my side I can feel its presence after me, one more time I can feel its presence as if it were my shadow After me, by my side, as if it were my shadow And I can feel its breath in the nape of my neck Its hands on my back, its heart without beats Sometimes it whispers weird things From other lifes to my ear Other times smiles at me That scares even more!!! Last night it was squeezing me with fury against the bed I still remember its face (There might be something insettled debt Maybe time doesn't cure everything...) It left me on the air as if I were a feather!!! It might visit me again tomorrow I hope not so