The caressing sea touches me

and tries to wash away the layered solitude.

Every day when the sun give a gold halo to the dark rocks,

I go to a no stipulated meeting.

The hope is my companion,

the sun is my witness,

the wind is my helper,

the sea is my comforter.

The speechless cries of my heart

die away in the surf of the sea.

And day after day wither in solitude.

When the day go out, the sea whispers me

that the hope is as the sun

and never declines really.

Every evening I stand here,

throwing on a spectral cloak from dieing out sunrays

and I beg the wind

to send my words to you

and to remind for me.

The sea adds to my message salt drops

and noise of surf .

In the morning the hope rouses me.