The past stretches back like a receding wave
in my stomach there is a stone
all those years spent in the quiet library
and now I am joking on the beach with my sickness
The cup of life seems bottomless
but the old men know
this is the truth, this is the gospel
there is nothing more sad than an empty swimming pool
at that hour, at that minute
these broken red cars
that we have for hearts
will run once more
tomorrow or the day after tomorrow
or the day after the day after tomorrow
love will swim through the salty water
love will swim through the empty spaces
love, like a hungry shark, will devour you at last