Time is the anchor to be lifted,
to send the ship from port toward the unknown,
the road moves in silence, as if no passengers remain,
no one waves a handkerchief or arms at what has gone.
Yet, even those who stay at the waiting dock matter,
gazing into the dark horizon, with tearful eyes.
Take heart! Do you know which one is the last ship?
for this is not the final mourning of a furious, broken life.
In this world, she loves (yes), and even if she waits in vain,
she does not know if the beloved ever return.
Each one who left with joy,
many years go by—time does not bring them back again.
