by the sea
Finally, I am totally tired by the loves,
Because the people repeated my misfortune,
Because they fled the soul of the traveler,
Because they avoided his deep silence.
What's the use to work if we look at you,
if we tell you where to go and where to think,
If somebody does not believe egrets
Or incites you to hate manatees.
In fact the blade of grass is right of everything,
Not to think of us we, of its color,
Love doubtless makes it grow up,
Only people injure themselves hardly.