One day will come when we’ll have nothing left to say.
We’ll sit across from each other and look into each other’s eyes.
My silence will say: “How beautiful you are!”
but I’ll find no other way to tell you.
We’ll travel somewhere, just out of boredom,
or simply to say we too have traveled.
The world spends a lifetime searching for love
but finds nothing at all.
I often think life is so small
that it’s not even worth beginning.
From Athens, I’ll go to Montevideo,
maybe even to Shanghai.
That too is something — you can’t deny it.
We smoked — remember — endless cigarettes one evening
talking — I forget about what — and it’s a shame
because it was so interesting.
One day, I might go far away from you
but even there, you’ll come searching for me.
No one, my God, can ever truly leave alone.
