Sometimes we sail alone,
between seas of silver,
in the middle of narrow sunsets of gall…

Sometimes we cross gray oceans,
of real fears,
that grieve a horizon without voice…

Sometimes we lose our way,
between disturbances that tie us,
between nets of an atrocious past…

Sometimes we are shipwrecked,
sometimes we wave,
sometimes, simply,
we do not have control…

Sometimes we capsize,
sometimes we fly,
sometimes we sink again,
without flag or rudder…

Sometimes,
and only sometimes,
we should not listen our hearts…
and never before the departs…