Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
And the inhabitants of the water are going to drown soon by your side.
Lower the lamp a little more.
Let me sleep, Nodri Zampao.
And if you call him, don't tell him I'm here.
Tell him that Alfonsina is not coming back.
And if you call him, don't tell him I'm never here.
Tell him I'm gone.
You're going to Alfonsina with your loneliness.
What new poems did you go to look for?
An old voice of wind and salt.
It breaks your soul.
And you're going to die.
And you're going to die.
And you go towards there.
Like a dream.
Sleepy Alfonsina dressed from the sea.
And you're going to die.
You're going to die.
And you're going to die.
And you're going to die.
And you're going to die.
And you're going to die.
And you're going to die.





And you're going to die.


And you're going to die.
Thank you.