I go out looking. It is twilight.
The horizon merges with the sky somewhere in the distance.
Millions of words turn over the ocean's surface.
The moon is folded into half over itself.
The loneliness springs out and drowns oneself.
I dont know where the sea gulls have gone.
Their eggs will be incubating somewhere.
I dont know where the sea hawk have gone today.
It would have found its prey somewhere.
The breeze is gentle, incessant and dry.
where it will go from here on?
a small fish kisses a pearl in oyster.
the moon unfolds itself.
and the lonely now talks louder in the moonlit night.
the breeze returns to listen
the sea gulls now flock together and float on the calm waters
the words gather on the surface and an incredible monument takes shape.
the hawk sits on top of it.
the lonely laughs louder
even louder
even louder
even louder
the monument crumbles down and drowns into the ocean
the sea gulls fly away.
the hawk goes looking for the prey.
where is the moon?
where is the pearl?
will the fish kiss it again?
the loneliness springs out and fills the heart.
it fills the entire sky
the sea surface become still
heart beats slower
and slower
and slower
and slower
and slower
and slower
the monument reappears
the lonely holds it on the palm of the hand.
the night is moonlit.
the loneliness takes wings
fly gently
and disappear into the horizon.
It is dawn
Where have the loneliness gone?
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