The last of me remains with you,
Despite the journey away from us,
You are the measure of all things, my fundamental,
Our love, immortalized in lyrics, in dreams concealed.
I will be the first, But will you feel the same when we meet on the other side? I'll be content with your smile…

Outside, the sunset and sea await,
The wind blowing outside the revolving door,
The road like gray carpet paving,
The way for a long walk by the shore.

Stepping out with no looking back, Here comes me, here comes me!
The wind in my hair, I follow the track,
But upon the horizon, nothing to see.

Hands in pockets, an empty house waiting,
On the bed, a pillow yawns on a creased sheet,
The stairs sigh with each creaking step,
A heavy climb of exhausted feet.

Here comes me, here comes me! Embraced by an old scent creeping on the bed,
Cringing at the dream I foresee,
Sunset and sea waiting in my head.

Jan. 2,2025