Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because–because — I don’t know how to say it:
a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as a person in an empty station waits, when the trains are parked off somewhere or else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
Likethe smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me,
choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your shadow never dissolve on
the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the
empty distance.

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far,
I’ll wander lazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back?
Or will you leave me here, dying,
when all there is to love in me has faded?