So much waves came to die

Close of us, so much waves came to die at the edge of the beach. On this cold sand of the winter. Who does not have any more the old one. In the silver plated night. Of a starry sky. With the fresh wind. Come to sweep our practices. In a soft prelude. At the bottom of this enlightened castle. Drawn up at the bottom of the beach. Illuminant our meeting again. After all our battles. We became wiser. Like the storm. Of these foaming waves. Menaçantes. In the distance. Who lose of their force while approaching the end. On this sand that us fullers. Where, we, we find. After so much of drifts on the scum of our storms. It was yesterday. It is not so far. I have it still at the head. I am not if to trust. Of these quarrels without end. With the bitter taste. With the futile heart. For a hell. Useless. We, we are stray. But, this evening, close to us, so much to waves came to die at the edge of the beach. Recalling Us by their complaints. With our fears. Erasing these letters of our evils. That we had traced. On the sand of the beach. That a wave of a last blow of kidney. With known to write the word of the end. So that finally we find ourselves hand in the hand.