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I’m awaiting in the port of my life for a sign 
From the world of those who have departed
For I trust, my beloved, in angels
And in that dead who has rise.

I'm superstitious, that's why I believe in the phantoms
And in the dreams where you appear to me
I see you, my beloved, in a large field of flowers
Beside a forest of oak trees.

A kind of ray lights your face
Like the moon illuminates the earth.
In this night, my love, I wish for my end, 
But the death is gone far away.

I gaze into your eyes once again
Your destiny is not to see me at all
I’m isolated in the outside world,
For is no place for me in your grave.

I flutter my right hand's to the sunset
In a farewell I don't want to believe
I'll wait for you at the same time tonight
For it is only in the darkness I trust.

I am sitting on the slab of my soul
Exasperated by my clown-like face,
For me your pallor means a new life, 
And from now on, I will be by your side.

The life wants me to be calm and to stay
But tonight I will ask for my death to come
For the boat of my existence has no rudder
Since the day you departed to God.

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