My life has always been for you like the dream of whales, mysterious and floating between the surface of affection and the depths of love ... Whales dream of being in company, of taking care of each maritime star ... about their symphonies of day and night, they are in children's stories and in the life of marine biology, in the water of those dreams a day is a day, and a night a night; the pile that they carry of fragments are memories where their roads. are their songs of sadness and joy. they are what my memory is when they are born and when they die. fragments live on the map of Marian depth, touching the depth without light. How many whales dream in Patagonia or in the seas of California? with feeling without knowing the blue color that surrounds them, full of strange smiles? as many as the sparks of the fire of my heart ...
Mayakovsky-jung