The Far-Away Pier
What doom or luck carries me away this way
As if all days were the same for me
On the far-away pier I'm always waiting
I lost the nights in the sea, but without catching sight of you
They don't last longer than a chimera
I crossed deserts, but I didn't see you
Fields, enclosures, uncertain rails I lost myself among the piers
Where I wandered with the sky in the background
I lived deceptions and ravings in the bleak and cold oceans
I only found the salt of the world
In your absence it consumes me not knowing whether or not you'll ever return
And you know all to well how the hours of longing feel like daggers
But it is never late to call you
In the sea, wandering, where you go