Those who have caressed the waters of the cold shore…
they will know what I mean…

A day it arrives…
by surprise,
without prelude or idyll…
Then you know how much is left behind…
but not ahead…in this hidden exile…

You don’t want to show fear,
but the groove of the trace of your tears betrays you…
and you can’t hide that undercover duel…

She tempts you…
she wants you to bite his hook…
while you debate…
between life and sleep…

They are,
the only ones that put us in perspective,
the only ones for which I reveal and appeal…

They are the adversities of this life,
that sometimes tear us without solaces…
that sometimes leave us without any promises…