You will fill me with your dew,
with your icy tears
of snow and uncertainty…
of verve and boredom…

You will fill me of emptiness…
of the one that grows on the shore,
in the early age of gloomy …

You will fulfill me with cold…
that of the white dawn,
that of fear of emptiness…

Dear dawn of the uncertain tomorrow,
delirium without feeling…
just wake me up when you leave…
only when I’m no longer afraid…
neither to the future
nor to its waves…