Sometimes there´s a confusion with the storm…
The mind gets clouded with the strange moment of grey.
Lightning bolts start to rise the waves of the present,
And the future is misled by the glowing flash of that picture.
The sea is always waiting for the higher blue,
To start weeping in every saturation of grey.
Until, two drops of rain fall from the sky…
And the ones who always made their journey alone,
With no need to share the breathing of the same air,
Are deceived in the merging needs of water,
Falling on the beautiful sea of slavery…
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