Moments are equal to those
In which I loved you,
Words are equal to those
I dedicated to you.
I wrote on the cold sand
A name to love,
The sea came, ruined everything,
And took them away all.
Your heart, distant beach
In my wandered-off sight
Your heart, more fickle
Than the uncertainty of the sea.
Your castle of caresses
I could not even put an end to.
My moments that were yours too
Now are just a memory.