by the sea
I cross in the middle of herons,
With my sad and motionless song,
Me, the poet in thousand sorrows,
Which the muse abandons of his love,
I can't more smile nor cry
To people who break my looks,
I simply want to wake up
In the round song of the herons which dream.
They dream on pure air and on sky,
On profound silence as life,
Allow to pass Me in the middle of herons,
Then listen eternity to song.