I live in the fog and the rain
in the crest of a wave and
in the darkness of the green sea
blown by the storms of my choices
my anima persona
Driven crazy from my life of no anchor
nor having a working rudder
on my vessel searching blindly for a port
in a storm and a dream of sweet wine
and a crust of black bread for my sustanance.
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