Oranges fall slowly in the patio

Afternoon silence, everything in slow motion

I hear them hit against the cold ground

Each fruit keeps an old challenge

Neighbor houses, windows that no longer spy

Juice on my hands, dripping doubts

I breathe in deep, let time decide

Oranges falling, I think of what we were

Rolling slowly, they carry away the noise

Singing softly, I remember your hug

Under this tree, nothing is failure now

Mud on my soles, memory on my nails

The afternoon tangles, the mists loosen

I let them fall, nothing ruins me now

Oranges falling, I think of what we were

Rolling slowly, they carry away the noise

Singing softly, I remember your hug

Under this tree, nothing is failure now

I pick up from the floor what still shines

I close the door, the vigil is over