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In the final scene, he lands a plane in Central Park
And the big crash gives way to a brutal silence

Pedestrians approach
first astonished, then expectant
That with each passing second
has more chances of kicking the bucket

And when the door finally opens
people scream and start applauding
Both wave, kiss, and he says to her
"Baby, are we more than friends now?"

An orchestra plays, the screen fades to black and the letters come out. The end
He picks up the folder and the headphones, hugs the technician and leaves tired and...

The man who doubles as Bruce Willis
who lives adventures only with his voice
the man who doubles as Bruce Willis
who is not from Manhattan, but from Cardedeu

Tonight, premiere night, farewell
an actor puts an end
Our man has an idea, no doubt about it
maybe it's the last chance

Everyone turns and a limousine stops amidst flashes and tweets
He makes his way through the photographers, takes off his hat trembling, puts it against his chest and says

Hello, dear Mr. Willis
It's such a great pleasure to meet you at last
(He's not a language expert
but at least he's got this piece prepared)

They look at each other, the world stops
Oh my! If only he had a minute
To thank him for the adventures
for all the way they've traveled together
But the face Bruce Willis puts on
leaves no room for ambiguity
And the man would have been satisfied with a gesture
a smile of complicity
that will never come because there's a bodyguard
who's paid for that, who pushes him
and he falls flat, lying on the ground
they think he's crazy "Oh, my God" "Oh, my God" "Oh, my God"

The man who doubles as Bruce Willis
from outside the cinema hears his voice
Some pedestrians try to revive him, between two they hold him up
The man tells them that Bruce Willis is a friend of his
but no one believes him