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What solitude.
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I, who am used to having many friends around.
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I like to be among many.
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It is beautiful, but sad.
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It's the water that is sad.
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The sound of the water. Listen, listen.
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There is no joy.
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Forgive me.
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- For what?
- To have brought you here.
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It is an illness...
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a professional deformation, to be
searching for places like this.
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The hope is that loneliness
will trigger imagination.
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Do you forgive me?
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If you do not forgive me, throw me
into the water and don't look back.
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If you throw yourself, I will follow you.
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The first tide that passes...
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takes me to the middle of the sea,
and ends in the mouth of a whale.
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And then you, and all the
men that have loved me..
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will go out on the oceans in turn,
searching for the whale.
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A little Moby Dick.
:39:30
- Don't count on it.
- Why?
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Because I don't like whales.
:39:44
Coming here was always satisfying.
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I still is to me.
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The solitude isn't the reason why.
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We always imagine happiness where we are not.