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at distance, a boat drifts
almost submerged by the waves
the wind throws objects
and people
nothing escapes the power of the storm
i see you on the end
swinging in the ship
or it's me who's there
and you're who sees me?
i jump to the water
looking for space
on the immensity of the sea
i run away from the wreckage
at the taste of waves
i try from you a look
that would indicate a path
i save you
or are you waking me?