These walls should not exist,

I know that if you take my hand
and we walk together we will know
that the wall was never there,
what horror the rabble will say
the ghosts left their house will say
but we will not stop
because we will also know
that the rabble never existed,
if death came to find you,
my love, light of my days, I would embrace you
with such certainty, with such love and such rage
that we would confirm what you and I
knew: that death is a way
of saying goodbye to certain things,
but that it also
does not exist.
Walking we will finally reach the sea
the irreverent beauty of its waves
will end up convincing us and thus
convinced and together,
we will have been, love, the greatest,
the only truth on earth.