That's as comfortable coffin
wrapped in a blanket listening
the storm out there - no return - and the chatter of other
above. I do not see that wall over two meters
destiny that I expect
noise but more like a guy in a bad mood.
I note in my diary the only
lessons worthy of being remembered and never new
that life sometimes goes
seen through the eyes of time - and not let that big
write. The starless night above me
to pass that stained glass of salt
and I am grateful for my sleep even without friends
without the warmth of a fireplace
no light to guide me in the open sea
as if my hand had already touched and proud
proceeded slowly and implacable grasp his prize.
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