I arrived at this cay,
where everything is excused,
where everything is forgotten,
where everything must be believed.

I explored the avidity of a day without rain,
the ardor of a cloudy day,
the penury of not seeing your eyes again,
in this endless execrable bay.

I got lost among jungles,
of lies and tales,
of false feelings of those hearts,
on this craggy islet of scars.

Rivers of lava washed your insides,
seas of fog darkened your splendor,
because one day you were liveness,
and now, my atoll, you’re just,
the damn island of forgiveness.