Almost evening,
and you were with me—
we were sitting
alongside the sea.
Almost evening,
and there, on the sand,
there were still signs
of our love.
I remember
that you spoke to me—
I was watching
a passing sail—
it was white,
it was swollen with wind,
it was the last sail—
it was almost evening.
Almost evening,
and I don't remember anything else—
neither your voice
nor your name.
Almost evening
and then I never saw you again,
I never knew anything more
of you, of your life.
I remember
of us, above all,
the sail that suddenly
brushed by our love—
it was white,
and, after a moment,
I was searching for it
but there was nothing there but the wind.