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This never seems to end, Sometimes I feel like I'm dying Yeah, right, Nobody said it would be easy, to try to silence one's own silence

Even less, for an old wolf accustomed to kill what will be food, to wander alone in the desert, to be a dune, and to make oblivion the feeling...

This flight where I do not find myself, as an allegory To the one who wants to get there first;

"The way is for beasts, the footsteps are man's and his dusty trail"

Aimless and aimless, no one knows where it leads

"Who will get the credit? The one who writes the most, or the one who says what he really feels, through a text"

It's true, that day I sent a message in the bottle, I threw it with all my might into the raging ocean

That was some time ago, I still hear the hermit echoing, words, written in a quiet fist:

"It's all over" If this sea is of sorrows, I entrust this sorrow to you and may its cry drown my silence...

And the immensity cries for me sometimes I feel like dying, how many messages the castaway must send for someone to feel what I feel...

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