TWo the slow poison of our love.Aith the sand bearing witness,
Is my long searching eyes allow,
B lay still and as sane,
By moon and by sun,
Trimming out from within.
Wrying to soothe the troubles,
Iith the waves caressing my feet,
C await by the beach,
ounting on your arrival,
Mas os olhos… ah, eles são teimosos, desobedecem,
não suportam o ruído ensurdecedor da minha mente,
nem o aperto que esmaga o peito, que me arrasta ao fundo.