I asked the wind
to lend me the wings
to flee away,
the cold
to strew me with ice
not to stand up anymore.
I asked the sea
to drown me,
the fire
to burn me.
I asked the volcano
for the lava
to let myself turn into a stone
and the earth
for the mud
to let myself sink.
Everyone
gave me a night
because after the night
the sun always rises.

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