And I looked over my shoulder to see how the
last glimmer of light coming from the lighthouse disappear into the
oblivion...we both knew this was our final farewell.
With that event behind me, I knew the
ocean had spoken to me once again, "Follow the stars" whispered the wind
in my ear, and with the memory of those good days at the lighthouse
sinking in my gray ocean I sail again... without a map, without a
route... just with the wind and the mysteries that this ocean will bring
to me.
Hector Kokubunji
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And I will miss you forever... and next time I see you, I wont let you go, maybe in this life, maybe in next one, maybe in all of them.
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