Under the wing of the west,
I have seen the sparkle of anonymous and greedy stars
swinging and bathing me with rage.
I observe a lifeless hawk in the center of the sky,
it catches me a sudden feeling of pain;
the pain empowers the coast and beyond.
The sea is pain, the waves and the salt are pains,
and the jellyfishes are cancers of nylon.
The sea has died some time ago,
in it corpses and boats float across the times and men.
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