how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us. And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldnt hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesnt matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someones fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which dont wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.A way from here to the sea.