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These few images and words are just what they are: the longing for the impossible, or the infinite energy without object.

The sea
so present so absent.

Who you are?
What you are?
Which your secret is?
What have you done with me?

Steam of dreams
without shape
without time.

You showed me what am I:
a dream till I'll wake up
from these long dream.

You and only you
and the sea
without you.