Oh Sea of Ceuta, tell me: how many shoes did their owners leave at the edge of your abyss? How many steps, weary of the earth, left without saying goodbye to the road? They left... and behind were houses with doors, a table, a bread, the rumor of a family waiting, and the heat of a bed at night. But there are pains that do not fit in a house, nor does the bread manage to silence them, nor does the nearest embrace close the secret cracks of the s…
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Oh Sea of Ceuta, tell me: how many shoes did their owners leave at the edge of your abyss? How many steps, weary of the earth, left without saying goodbye to the road? They left... and behind were houses with doors, a table, a bread, the rumor of a family waiting, and the heat of a bed at night. But there are pains that do not fit in a house, nor does the bread manage to silence them, nor does the nearest embrace close the secret cracks of the s…