I leave a message in a bottle.
Here.
On this beach ...
In an unspecified place,
which I am not explaining.
Where does not matter ...
But the content.
I leave my message.
In a white parchment ...
Because I have this hope ...
That sooner or later someone will read it.
Maybe in the future ...
When so many things of now have changed ...
When so many things now, they may already no longer exist.
When so many things of now,
they will have consequences in our future life.
I want to leave a testimony ...
A warning ...
It is a poem.
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"To you who are reading.
These few lines of mine,
May they be a warning for...