A sea-shell

you know how to do it:
put it to your ear
and listen to the waves crashing silently
or the winter wind blowing behind heavy curtains.

Just think of the first time you discovered this,
think of that day,
Or the first time you put your head between two mirrors
and infinitude danced before your eyes

How well did you sleep that night?

Sleepless nights, full of memories and revelations,
which have nothing to do with anxiety,
boys and girls, you had them all.
You grew up.

How many such nights did you have lately?

and do you really think
you have had all the possible sea-shells?...

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