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The clocks of the sea, the artichokes, the blazing money boxes, the pockets of the sea full of hands, the lamps of water, the shoes and boots of the ocean, the mollusks, the sea cucumbers, the defiant crabs, certain fish that swim and sigh, the sea urchins that exit, the deep sea's chestnuts, the ocean's azure umbrellas, the broken telegrams, the waltz over the waves, the seaquake gives all of this to me.
The waves returned to the Bible: page by page the water closed: all anger returned to the sea's center, but between my eyes what remains are the varied and useless treasures that the sea left me, the ocean's dismantled love and shadowy rose.