When the darkest night settles on the cloudy waters of my being, I am shipwrecked aimlessly on a stormy sea that reminds me of my corporeal fragility with each shock. Ships without a captain come to me, guided by the dim light of some stars that stand firm in a moonless sky. Where are the sailors?
The echo of my questions is lost in the dense fog that forms and can be seen before dawn. There is no one to give the smile of my mouth to, only imaginary beings whose stories my voice tells as if we had known each other for a lifetime.
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