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I go through past texts about past events which memory stubbornly preserves despite the wisdom present carelessly gushes. Here & there, there & everywhere.
Apnea of anxiety. Anxiety of loneliness. Loneliness of words. Words of salt. Salt of tears. Tears of I-do-not-know-why.
I sail adrift without thinking of catastrophe. There is no destiny to catch or hate to abide. The sun & the moon dance on the surface of the sea at which I now drop some fears of old.
I bathe in the light of every constellation coming from her sight.

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Penélope Miranda dijo...

Salt is in the sea water. The moon smiled at me last night with her enormous teeth. Tears in the sea, laughter at night, warmness in the waves we sail. Everything is part of it. Let our smiles shine reflecting moon's light, and our tears taste like sea. Let's dive in it.