Loves are leaving
like the tides of the sea
everyone have loves
but who can care for them
Love is a boat
with two oars in the sea
my hand squeeze one oar
the ace moves the other
Who didn't wrote a poem
hiding from the loneliness
who in their fifteens
didn't let be embraced in the body
and who when life turns off
and the hands are trembling
who didn't look for that memory
of a shipwrecking boat
Loves get old
before starting to love
because love is a child
that one must teach to walk
Love is like soil
that one has to plow and sow
take care in the evening
don't let they step on it
Who didn't wrote a poem
hiding from the loneliness
who in their fifteens
didn't let be embraced in the body
and who when life turns off
and the hands are trembling
who didn't look for that memory
of a shipwrecking boat