On this same sandy coastline of life,
Shells having gathered, the days go by.
Many they arise, and many they retire;
In my direction no one casts an eye.
Many a red sun, it appeared and then vanished;
Many a smiling moon got lost in the darkness.
Many stars, having smiled, falling they departed;
I go on watching at a secluded site.
You had said You'll come again:
Taking me, You will cross the ocean.
Frequently, I keep counting days and moments,
Looking out for Your late arrival.
Shells having gathered, the days go by.
Many they arise, and many they retire;
In my direction no one casts an eye.
Many a red sun, it appeared and then vanished;
Many a smiling moon got lost in the darkness.
Many stars, having smiled, falling they departed;
I go on watching at a secluded site.
You had said You'll come again:
Taking me, You will cross the ocean.
Frequently, I keep counting days and moments,
Looking out for Your late arrival.
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I still count on Your return.
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