There is sailboat in the sea, that the wind is taking to a deserted island.
There is a sailboat in the sea and in the sailboat there is a captain who is lost but the island will soon find. And he finally found the island, he went down to the shore in search of water and food and when he came back, the tide had taken the sailboat away. There is no sailboat in the beach, it is now sailing and lost without destination. There is a captain in the island who will never be able to sail. Where did the sailboat go? The sailing ship got lost in the sea and the captain also got lost in the island in the middle of the sea.
There are occasions where the mind becomes agitated and looks for anything and in the anything that the mind finds, it seems to find some reality but when it turns trying to find itself, it cannot because it has split and will never be able to reach its real destination.
The confusion breaks the equilibrium between the mind and the body. The confusion between the mind and the feeling, often makes them split and what stays is similar to be lost inside a great immensity.

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It is a conspiracy, a weapon of madness that attacks the reason.

It first kills hope, then it wounds the illusion and annuls the heart.

What a great evil, who by being so horrible and small, only has as owner, its own and constant life, which is the Doubt in the confused reason.

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Diseases of the Soul

It is a fact, a reality, a feeling, it is a sorrow, a suffering, it is a weeping that puts on a mask of silence, a closed door that will never open.
Just as the lips that want to say something, but that do not allow a word to come out. It is the feeling that plays with the coldness and the warmth. What is this condition that inhibits the soul and takes her not only to depression, but to the madness of a slow agony?
Who can liberate the one who has fallen down in the trap? It is easier to be free of the claws of a lion than of the mouth of the shark.
What is this that weighs so much , even more than the world? What is this but a sinister path, where we may advance but we will never reach the destination?
What is this that can embitter the pleasure and give a death blow to love? What can be so bad, so sinister, so unbearable? Well, I present her to you, who can she be but the Frustration.

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