Navio triste [English translation]

I do not know your winter, the stories

Carried by the winds of memory

I only know that you still make up part of my desire

Fleeting presence, calm nightfall

In a voice cramped and feeble a look moves me.

The incandescent street through which you went without returning

See there I still hope for a sign of your scarf

Waving at the bow of a sad ship that in the mist is gone…. without returning