Diario de Viaje
Federico Aubele
Travel Diary
The day is leaving,
The blue darkens here,
The day that goes away,
And the sounds are lost like this,
Stop,
The warm immensity,
On the shores of a vast sea,
The ships that are already leaving,
Marking beginning and end,
Stop
And just when I start to sing,
The world begins to spin,
Spring is left behind,
And the tones are already changing,
I don't know what will remain,
Nor what will go,
I don't know, I don't know what will remain.
But nothing, nothing will stop.
