When the last red beam of sunset melts in the darkened waves of the ocean, I will cease to exist,
but your glory is going to shine again over a new horizon.
When the last burning rays of the sunset are going to be engulfed by the darkened waves, I will become an obliterated fact, reduced to nothingness,
but your glory is going to verify a novel fact, over there, at the new horizon.
When the concluding line of my drawing stops to move on my paper, I will become integrated again into your new drawings on that new horizon.
When my name stops to be mentioned anywhere, your glorious name still encompasses all the possible names and all the possible callings.
When my love becomes denied and neglected by all, your eternal love will be a birth certificate bestowed on the ones who chose to love you.
When the storms of calamities seek vengeance on my hopes and start to uproot my trees and destroy my gardens, your eternal trees will never be shaken by the storms of hardships or adversities.
When my words become erased by the breaking waves of the ocean of oblivion, your words are endlessly the only verification for all the existence and for all the possible realities.
When my eyes become shrouded by the darkness of my demise, your eyes will remain forever a lighthouse amid this perpetual ocean of darkness.