I hope the waves do not touch you when they fall
so that you cannot turn them to crystal,
I hope that the rain ceases to be a miracle that falls down your body,
I hope that the moon can rise without you,
I hope that the earth does not kiss your footsteps.

I hope that your constant gaze will taper,
your precise word, your perfect smile,
I hope something will happen soon to erase you:
a blinding light, a gunshot of snow,
or that at least death might carry me away
so as not to see you always, so as not to see you often,
in every second, in every vision
I hope to not be able to touch you [play you], not even in songs
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