The water doesn’t reflect me anymore.
I am nothing but a human sailing on a boat.
Who will I tell about my sadness and misery, if the only ears to hear me are yours?
I’d like to feel your warmth again, touch your hands and face. I hope you’re like water at night, that way I shall never see myself.
We can talk about them, the clouds in the sky, the white, the blue and the red, how they travel and escape, far, far away.
I hope you can promise me you’ll be there, like the reflection of a person that you’ll never see again.
Words and weapons have taken parts of me away, now I only have my dreams of being there.
I won’t arrive like many of them, what is left of me has sunk, down, down there.
I came back to prove what I once said, I have survived but somehow there is nothing of me left.
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