Sometimes we can not remedy this sadness…

It’s like that aroma of coffee…
that recalls beautiful moments…

It’s like that breeze in the morning…
that clears your bones…

It’s that wave that goes up to the beach…
and seep thought the sand…
but that it has to return to that sea of undercurrent…

It is that perennial emptiness in the heart,
that can not be filled with anything…

It’s the snow that comes back,
falls and remembers you…
how the stations continue, and with them,
our sentence…

Sadness, bitter sadness…
Go out to sea, without destiny…
Take this acerbic of my fate…
Leave, and close this door, forever…