When I speak about the sea I feel me blue and I soothe the anger that my soul feels upon seeing the pain that surrounds me. Children who have lost their mother in a stupid war that money contends, heartrendering wounds that cry out with their blood a future peace, misery after misery fill the stomachs with hunger of whole populations, tragedies that flood the soul with doubts and sadness, and though I know the sky is still there, with its sun and moon, I cannot help but feeling the lonliness of being alive, the mistery of the reason why, and the torment of thinking perhaps there is nothing more, and that all pushes me, by instinct, because of pride, to love those people, modest learners of the diviness of the human being, unknown and brave friends who are invisibly together in a quiet battle that keeps the world alive, eternal brothershood that resists the thrust of emptyness and of forgetfulness.

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