IT
BECOMES OBVIOUS 
It becomes obvious
to the invisible eyes
that it is possible to leave:
the eyelids obediently shut
and release the embrace
which held the coast.
It
becomes obvious to the invisible eyes
that it is possible to sail
with no-one's love,
with no memory or lantern,
even with no ship and sailors;
on the top of the captain's hat,
but it sinks too
into the starless sea.
The
waves splash,
and their sound
is the only thing that travels.
It became obvious
to the invisible eyes
that everything departs
in this fog,
in this hour which cannot be remembered,
where time has wrecked
onto the deserted horizon.
In
this night
it is possible to live without courage.
Even hope is a burden
jetted from the deck.
Even the sails are set aflame,
with no one to recall them.
…
The stories were untrue.
No land lies to the north.
Here, there is only long sailing
granted to the ones
who no more desire a harbor,
who do not perish without land.
In this night
their faces become visible
and their death certain.