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Who has tasted it? Who has savored ocean and flesh in that hidden place? Not I. I cannot.
The ominous words echoed in my heart: “For the dead travel fast.”
I am two skins: the one that brushes closer and the one that awaits.
Only God can guide us in the fog, which seems to move with us, and God , it seems, has deserted us.
When we have lost everything, is that not the last thing we possess? Skin and memory.
I know that Thirst is not evil in and of itself, nor Hunger a stigma that must be erased by fire and blood. Not even Sin. It is what we are willing to do to feed an impulse that makes it dangerous.
