Every missing scene is flooded with waves,
Crashing the shores with the trash,
Once dumped by myself.
The worst is when the sun refuses to wake up,
When the dark’s cacophony conspires to the moon,
Of how I love the darkness.
Then the sea gives me the company,
With all its salty concentration,
A dear drop added more to it,
Makes no difference.
That’s the day I fell in love with the sea,
That crashes my shore every day,
With all his sadness.