old hope

The friendly whale welcomed him

The drowned man visited the Atlantic

He saw in the belly of this whale a bosom

He slept in it for a year without waking up

And he thought that people would come

With the whale that does not get bored

And that the whale would obey an order

And would find an unsuitable shore

And that the wave would not submerge him

If the nectar does not accompany him

And he waits for death on a bridge

To be with him the elegant term

If they ask for death, longing comes

With them under the seas the road to it

And you are the ultimate disappointment that he brought

To it when the old hope departs

So whoever lost hope in misery

Taste the disappointment of what you cannot bear

For the Atlantic is not a shelter for despair

Is your despair free in its arrogance?!