The whole affair, the secret is about where the story takes you. Which landscape, what adventures and why. What are those words that serve as a potion. Of foolproof seduction.
It is night and pulled on my brand new mattress, entertain me by reading “Moby Dick.” Yes, “Moby Dick”, the masterpiece by Herman Melville.
I climb to his boat. I am a hunter of whales. I sit next to this huge black smoking from the tip of his spear. I’m a dreamer inexperienced. A coward and a pretentious stripped of malice. Crazy. A search of lost horizons. An adventurer. It was getting late, my eyes are closed injected. I remember Moby, a relative of Melville. But I do not know where I have recodrs of that talented musician.
Closure “Moby Dick,” I see you on another morning, i said to the book. While I’m sleeping, can i feel the taste of salt from the ocean and the wind in my face.
Moby Dick
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