On the infinite of sea
without shores,
only the horizon
run the clouds.

I remember,
from long time ago,
on the hot sand,
a young man
love a woman.

As the wind on sky
lavish the clouds
also the time
lavish
our loves.

*
* *

Soon
or later,
in a day,
certainly
I will die…

Sometime,
in a wild world,
old and lonely,
life do not deserve