Thus, in the end,
the sun remains over us.
Needless to say "as always"
even if it is the truth.
In the sand that filters between my fingers
you can no longer find
the glasses with your name.
Over the sea there are white and gray clouds,
also rainbows and tornadoes.
This syntax will be the last about you
and like a ghost it will sail in the invisible port to your gaze.
