Listening diary: Waves of yesterday

You will no longer bathe my beaches
neither my bay nor my cove
neither my life nor my future,
not even my yesterday…

You will no longer fill my mornings,
neither my laziness, nor my crying…
neither my anguish nor my singing,
not even my love…

It won’t be me who will wipe away your tears,
nor will he believe your lies,
nor will it heal your sores,
nor will it encourage your truth,
nor you “lose again”…

I won’t wipe you out of the way
for even how stone,
you will be part of my destiny,
and even in pain,
you will be a lesson to learn…