Wait for me on the shore,
in the place, they know
only a thousand stars.
He is back there even
the wind, the homeless,
to look for the scattered
with the years.
Wait for me that night,
in which even the sunrise
stops in the name
of nights,
gone without purpose.
I will come there
even from the world,
and the sand will quietly count
the steps to the meeting.
Goodbye and Kisses ...