Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

I need the sea because it teaches me

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.