To have slept so often, with my loneliness, I almost became a friend, a sweet habit. She doesn't leave me one step, faithful like a shadow. She has followed me here and there, to the four corners of the world. No, I am never alone, with my loneliness. When she is in the hollow of my bed, she takes up all the space. And we spend long nights, both face to face. I really don't know how far this accomplice will go. Will I have to taste it, or react? No, I am never alone, with my loneliness. Through her I have learned so much, that I have shed tears. If sometimes I repudiate her, she never disarms. And if I prefer the love of another courtesan, she will be my last day, my last companion. No, I am never alone, with my loneliness. No, I am never alone, with my loneliness. www.mooji.org