The reflection of dusk slowed over the seashore;
a dark boat, the silent fisherman, two cats of the café;
the shadow that takes the place of things; a Thursday,
a Friday, loneliness;
Saturday is defined by the same repetition.
The anchor fell at the edge of the quay noiselessly
and with a wide gesture as if to stop the stopped.
The reflection of the sea flashed for the last
time on the ring of the old woman.