From which to leave,
to those where you can return…
in those where never
you must remain…

Ports to abandon,
from those where you should move away,
of those where you set sail…
those you should not turn back
the back view…

Ports that forged his fate,
his life and maybe his death too…

Ports that stigmatized…
and others that ennobled…
that exalted,
or that they just deafened you…

Ports to which to tie up,
to which to hold,
or from those who break up,
simply, without hurting yourself…

Ports…
shady hoodlums,
in this sea that is life,
of eternal and continuous vacuums…