There's nothing like the loneliness of being shipwrecked in the middle of nowhere. But everything bad is getting some good finishes. Feeling lost in the island where acacias are gently swaying in the sun day after day, should not be so bad. It is even advisable. I, one day I got to sea, intending to feel safe. Lifted anchor, probably wrongly believing that by leaving behind so much and such varied experiences, I feel better. Perhaps released. Sailed every ocean possible and fought against impossible. My neck, one that held the sails of my intrepid ship broke in half leaving me adrift. The nights were then closed, long and dangerous. And while believing to be a sea lion that seemed to have them all with him, I beat the wreck ...
Resale hull of my boat from the breakwaters, and when I wanted to agree, I awoke to the smell of the sea. The secluded beach and the remains of my wreck, did not encourage much. My soul, lost in the immensity of the coral reef, he felt sad and helpless. And even do not know why I was saved, perhaps it was because of God ... and then I got to thinking ... "The reason I'm alive, are the battles that I still have to win ... the buried treasures and to find and enjoy ... the wonders to see and experience it again ... people to know and with whom to share a thousand and one chorus ,"...
So, I looked from that perspective, and convinced me, that's very nice to be a castaway with you, even in the
distance ...
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