No sea


I know so well the children
from the time when I had a child, a boy
who couldn't stop urging me to fish at sea as far as possible
he was blond with white skin and freckles
and you know very well what is believed about these kind of kids
every time a parent dies they get one more freckle
well my child was entirely freckled
he had freckles everywhere on his face
skin and even his tongue changed its color after a while
till I meet him one night on shore with his t-shirt full of blood
yelling he would kill himself if I don't go high seas.

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