"Frammento di cronaca di Marco Leccio e della sua guerra sulla carta nel tempo della grande guerra europea" - V ("Fragment of a chronicle of Marco Leccio and his war on the map in the time of the Great War in Europe" – V, 1919, Luigi Pirandello)
The voyage to my soil is long ahead while my fire still burns in my mind. Pirates that dwell in the murky waters sleep with one eye open, to loot the treasure of my destination they can never reach.
To the oceans I sail on, I have a last wish. When they shoot their canons towards the timbers of my ship that I sought to build with all might, swallow me in with my ship and all before they shiver my timbers.
I am no longer running away from what I said. They know and I know I am smart, so never again will I lie saying, "I don't know." But God give me the strength to say, "Yes. No. Out of respect for my privacy, I do not wish for you to know." -shevaun stonem