It’s never harder a goodbye
as when I separate from you.

It is never stonier a farewell
like when I walk away from there.

My heart is tormented,
I lack the audacity …
life moves away …
something of it is aged.

And there you resist,
with your new strategist,
that stuns you every dawn like a skein …

There it remains,
the heart that never left,
and that never surpasses it …

Like this I leave, without spring,
and without heart, my life,
that there always stays with you.

Without goodbye and without flag.