I feel so, like a beacon in the storm
lapped by the waves lapping of the waves in the foundations of the worn sense;
violence is still violence, but what a lighthouse without the painful embrace of the sea?
The solitude of the island is quite a different thing.
A lighthouse is not a destination for anyone,
points the way to the sailors who pass,
that sigh of relief because the current of his life did not overwhelmed,
because the earth is near.
The journey of anyone here what they are
and I can not tell if the end comes when the lights go out or when you get lost in the waters.
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