I was looking at your neck and at its broken rivers
They dig like a knife our tortured flesh
I know that nothing stops his murderous conquests
The waves of our poems crash on the rocks
I held frozen oceans in my hand
I saw wolves and wounded birds dying
I saw bodies burning and empires fall
The sea raging and carrying away everything
Our lives are so fragile that they burn like alcohol
Hardly one foot on the ground and death sticks to our boots
I have nothing to cry about or even to regret
I wait, my neck broken, in front of destroyed toys
We were already so alone, we felt disarmed
I remember your tears and nothing to console you
We had spoken for a long time, we felt forgotten
Under our feet, flowers faded and everything ended