On sand and snow, I write your name,
Like a fragile trace the wind can erase,
But in my heart you have a lasting home,
Even as time passes and fades all things away.
I write you on waves that come to die,
On golden dunes embraced by evening light,
And in the white cold where silences stretch on,
Your name still shines like a gentle phrase.
I write you in the lost paths of my memory,
Where every recollection refuses to sleep,
In the secret pages of my story,
Where your absence continues to bloom.
I write you in the light of uncertain days,
On heavy skies that learn how to rain,
For even far from me, you hold my tomorrows,
Like a star that cannot be disappointed.
And if the world fades beneath my fragile steps,
Your name will remain engraved in the infinity of islands.
