A question blown through my lips
won wings in the wind breeze
traversing moors covered with mist,
deep valleys and plains to lose sight of ...
accompanied the stream of creeks and rivers
pervading the depths of the great ocean
questioning mermaids and mythical creatures ...
climbed mountains covered with a white whiteness
looking into all caves and recesses of rock ...
suffer in the scorching sun of endless sand deserts
in a painful thirst that did not find oasis to be satisfied ...
wandered through tropical forests and jungles of concrete,
facing wintry ice, hurricanes and calms ...
in the end, returned to my ears, full of your silence
in a bitterness of lemon and blood orange ...
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