I de sobte la llum [English translation]

Where the sea whispers your name

I look at the sky that discolours.

And suddenly the light sets the night on fire and blinds me again;

a tear in my eyes, resisting oblivion, burns me.

Time will never erase

the summers with you

and nostalgia is the mirror,

the reflection of that past.

I enter the tense blue of memory

like a root seeking a seed.