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In our port, people with bags on their backs are sweating... The sun is not a friend here, my family hurts me, you love more deeply, what you see less often, I am a tired sunset, where are you? my northern brother, icebreakers are rushing to us with a cargo of stinging kuls, AND WE are dying of thirst, every old sailor will say here, I pack envelopes with silk ribbon, tie them up and lie down alone, memories and old age are all that remain.

In our port, seagulls caught bread in flight, and I looked at the flags while drinking from my flask.

They don’t dare move, so gently drunk. I can’t, I won’t be able to, I’ll break down and stay with her...