Dogs were asleep in the quiet hamlet
When I, a rainy spring afternoon,
Took farewell.

Ten years I had spent here, this white
Washed hamlet, good, sad and often
Lonely days.

The abundance of radiant flowers,
In paint pots and rusty bucket
Grieved for me.

I lingered, rain stopped, but ancient
Roof tiles kept crying the absence
Of my tears.

Hoped a door would open and someone
Come out, so I could take farewell.
No one did, the silence was deep.

I drove through the dreamy valleys
Scented air and reached the coast as
Night fell; the sea was calm.