Who has not felt shipwrecked even in their daily isle?

Awakening under a sun without truce…
surrounded by salt water…
without sweetness or persistence…
with sudden storms…
with his comings and goings …

Walk looking for sustenance, night and, day after day…
and in the meantime, forgetting the argument
of why and for what of this life…

Never forget, lonely,
that there are more shipwrecked on this island,
who like you, they cannot find an exit,
to this ineffable life…

And remember that this life may surprise you,
perhaps, sooner than later…
or maybe, much earlier…