It is a place that is now very cold. The temperature has dropped over the years. Where once there was joy and warmth now there is only loneliness and cold.

Once in the waters there is no one or anything living there. No one sails. Many of those who lived here have left. They have forgotten about this place.

The few that still exist are on the other side of these waters. They are far away. They still belong to this place but are no longer here.

I miss those people. They always supported and made this place a pleasant place. I always remember them. They are always here so I can't see them.

I imagine it must look like that now. Yes, as you see it. And as you see it, you wonder why so much loneliness?

I ask myself that same question and although it may seem illogical I do not have an answer for it.

That's how it should look, that's how it feels, cold, lonely, nostalgic. The flame that warmed him has been extinguished and there is no way to rekindle it.

Is that how it should be? Years go by and loneliness takes over and only memories, lost hopes and other painful feelings remain.

This is how you must see it, this is how I must see it, this is how I feel it, a great space inside me that is totally cold.

I would like to sail again, to feel again the heat, the passion, the movement that caused the earthquakes of feelings.

I try, I sincerely try, but with every effort I get the cold to be stronger.

Maybe at some point everything will freeze over and I will have to get used to this. No right to complain, just to keep on living.

This way I feel my heart freezing and I won't feel it again. I have to keep living.

Simple, even if it hurts, I must not give up.