The hour has passed;
I don't agree;
The sea is not calm;
The calm is a shipwreck,
and everything clashes.
I stayed away
from your return;
What is it that one saves
if everything is so fragile,
empty, shapeless?
It rains, hiding the horizon
every time you don't come;
It's not worth loving so far apart;
It's being close that makes one good.