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If I were a sailor, I would be adrift. No anchor or life saver. I would be sitting in the bow, I would feel the wind, with no power about the course. My ship, my heart, I would have all the internal control and nothing else. I would feel the waves, would envy your freedom, I would cry an entire sea on an unmanned ship. And after seeing and knowing a lot, if I got tired or didn't like it, I would throw myself off the bow and embrace freedom. No life saver. Alone, the same way I arrived I leave. My only certainty would be that the sea would remain there even after my departure, I would disappear along with my ship. And the other ships, lost or found, would continue sailing, some would even remember me, until they disappeared the same way I disappeared.