The boat that forgot the sea

How do you travel with your soul and fill the places of absence? Every time we die in one place, your emptiness increases in another, like a losing game. How do you convince your plane to slow down so that you can make an easy meal with your own hands? What will your kiss to your mother''s head be like after squeezing your lips with the taste of life? Bitter departure. The more you smell the distances in it, the longer it will be. Your cheeks are the amazement of memory. Departure with the larks. Peace of love and amazement is with me. Stay alone and be, oh soul. For yourself is a cloud and for your soil. A quiet revolution in your wild night. There is a palm tree of salvation for salvation. You melt with all the meanings of rebellion. And you wear your letters in the wilderness like an ear of wheat. You sweep away the view of the presence...