There is hunger.
The stomach roars in vertiginous crests. Unhappily raging, that sea receives with shipwrecked amazement every picket of desperate birds.
Today, hunger.
Tomorrow, the ocean. We chop the story in two, but after the storm (torture) comes the calm, whatever its flavor.
Oh, man ...
Cast the net of your fast.
Fish do not sting, big shots do not fall. Help us, soul Fisher!
Photo: pieces of chili, one meal a day. Caracas-Venezuela, May 2018