From the noise of the world, from the carousel of time, from the skin and from the deepest, from my usual mistakes, from the silence inside me, and from my useless pride, from this will I have to live... I want to tell you that I love you, I want to tell you that you’re mine, that I wouldn’t change for another, because I swear it. I want to tell you that I love you because you’re so similar to me, when we argue over nothing, and you retreat inside yourself. From each of my failures, from the need to believe, from a phone booth downtown, from my winning again, from the joy that I feel, and from the fever I have of you, from when you taught me how to laugh... I want to tell you that I love you, I want to tell you that I’m here, even if sometimes I’m far away behind a taxi window. And me telling you “I love you,” that’s my only truth. Never let go of my hand, so it will never end. From each corner of my soul, from my fragility, from a pain that just switched off, from this letter. I want to tell you that I love you, I want to tell you that I’m here, even if sometimes I’m far away behind a taxi window. I want to tell you that... that I won’t change you for another because you’re so similar to me. I want to tell you that I love you... I love you.