like pronetheus bound to a rock,
in a tortured silence
like the torment of the eagle ...
with a sky burning tin
illuminated by simple pins of light
through a thunder of silence
in a dark mist dating death ...
I lack the courage of the navigators of yesteryear
to face an ocean of anxieties and losses,
follow the song of the mermaids to the end of the world
and to find peace in the depths ...
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