We must set sail
to put to sea of u200bu200bwaste
and sail
under stars immune to soroches
without shipwrecking
in the low tides of the nights
of life.
You have to touch
the confines of the water in case there is land
and conquer
the wild animal that your body contains
and declare
the beginnings of the end of every war
of life.
Because to live
is to navigate
after a mirage
behind an abyss
without turn back,
because behind
only the sea remains
and all the burned ships,
burned ships, burned ships,
burned
to never return.
We must let go of
ropes, ballasts, moorings and coffins,
may the god Chance transport us to dream latitudes
to escape
from the Bibles, Korans and Talmuds
from life.
We must accept
that Ulysses did not go to save Helen
but to listen
the terrible song of the sirens
to forget that Penélope
still weaves the chains
of her life.

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