His love is pure
bright eyes
and she is not there

And the sea comes and goes
caressing the shore,
and "she is beautiful"

he carries a page
a sad poem,
a weak existence

and he wonders why
of memories and
the smiles and everything and
why they arrive
at that moment
and he asks the Master of the Universe
¿Why do those things that once made us happy hurt?
silence gives an answer

The sun returns home
the seagulls fly one by
one and sometimes in pairs

The poem floats,
goes away and comes back
and the...