Passion for life. What a foreign concept that is to me. Like the sea: Little of interest for such a long time, My life ebbs. Occasional heights. But now, As most times, I am at low tide. I am always wondering: Is there is such a thing as the moon? Something that will pull me up? Often it seems that there is not - That my heights are just imagined, That my life is destined for dullness. (It is already there)