On the sand, facing the sea
Stands there, a cemetery
Where the cypress trees like spears
Are the guardians of its silence
On the sand, iron beds
Are planted there, facing the sea
My friend, death has taken you
In his boat for eternity
If we went to the cemetery
See my name engraved on the stone
Greet the dead facing the sea
Drunk with life in the light
In the heat, silence
At the hour when the cypress trees sway
The dead rest in the cemetery
Under the sand, facing the sea

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