Look for me in a few years and youʼll not find me.
Swear you werenʼt lying when you told me you’re beautiful,
more beautiful than anything else.
For too long, the sand is laying undisturbed. The sun burns the air and nips
the desire in the bud.
The light is overflowed, burning all the shades, hiding the abandonment.
Men meet men in the limbo of the hundred inns, single heart still
beating in my wounded lands.
Nobody mentions me more. Forgotten even before disappearing.
My people never stop smiling even if the sweet life is now bitter misery.
I collapse, while tangoʼs playing from old gramophones.
I’ll go on tiptoe, the queen of the party, dancing on the tune of the orchestra:
As a sad memory
that everyone carries in his heart
With secret pain.
Without too much regret
Youʼll still find
A smile of love”
And when the disc stops spinning, coral powder will rest.