Note 01

I feel the water and the freshness, the wet clothes, the cold that triggers that relentless and deadly heat that is projected before my sometimes absent presence.
I feel the severity of the world.
Salt and thirst.
That look!
That look that attacks like the immensity of the sea in which I immerse myself and decide for no reason to swim at will, swim without contemplating the horizon, without merchant ships, without islands, perhaps anxious or hesitant.
Could this be the concern of those who secretly follow our hitherto virgin and unrestrained history?
Clear!
Maybe that's why we act crazy, so as not to upset the spectators who, in their judgment, see you see me.