To leave

To leave without being turned over. To go on the peak of the waves. To go up, go down, without drowning. Just to move away. Carried by the breath of the wind. Transported by the noise of water. To look at the flight of the gulls, plunging in frozen scum. To like the storm which rose. To close the eyes not to see more. Not to more seek to know. To float from to go away. Without direction, hesitation, question. To leave behind oneself the good, the bad one. More nothing to wait, not to more seek to undertake. Just to sail, let themselves carry. To feel the calm to be born. To have the feeling to reappear. To be well. In one evening or perhaps in a morning without a future. To flee far. The only force of the destiny. To have understood almost too late. With the doors of despair. To be itself lost in the black. To be itself misled at the end of a road of chance. To let itself toss. To let itself derive. To plunge in water to wash themselves, be cleaned. For all to erase. For one day to fail itself. In another world where all is to be created. On an abandoned beach. On a sunny bank. With concern not to have preserved in oneself the pangs of the past.