Ship on the high seas

In cities, in human agglomerations, in the face of so many lives and movements from day to day, there are still beings to feel alone, to plunge into a dark and discouraged pitch, so many inhabitants together, so many people interacting at restaurant tables and Arrives at the end of the expedient emerge an empty feeling, to shake the heart and to freeze the soul. Movement, euphoria, exchanges and pleasures, and the subject alone in the lights that shine, slowly wrecked on the high seas with his ship without a headlight and ungoverned to the island.

Becoming the shipwreck of days, the unknown of the night, the hermit of communication, absent from the masses fleeing from the bored solitude, for some solitude is an escape for inspiration, to create great artistic quotations, for others the encounter of peace and The serenity wandering in search of an evolution of the spirit, for others the condemnation. Solitude that frighten or comfort, creates wings for freedom or torments the needy, after all everything becomes relative to the days and nights, the ship continues to move to the destination.

The crew to travel, in destination island, between the humming birds of the day and night pitch between communication and solitude, between the island and the city, hours are needed for company hours need calm, hours Of interaction and hours of silence, all to make the trip a harmonious symphony. Maybe we're a ship on the high seas.

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