The days pass slowly in the inertia,
in the astonishment, upset and apathy
The hours, the minutes flow away
in a feeling of uneasy motionless
Escape from the mediocrity of life
Run away to unknown destinations
To unexplored lands plunged into the ice
Beyond the sea, beyond the blank
Icebergs and snow
The pale sky and the cold rain
Being conscious of being nothing
and all around only ice floats
in the desert of this freezing solitude.
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