I wake up like every day. By my side, my friend loneliness. Another day in this voluntary confinement. I have days of thinking, scheming, thinking about an idea. Today is the day that I am going to execute it.

I get up and dedicate myself to my personal hygiene and then prepare breakfast. Something simple. I prepare several sandwiches. Today I go out for a walk and take something to eat and drink. You can't eat or drink anything on the street. It is a risk. This virus is not playing around.

I prepare all the implements, oil, gasoline, nets, fishing rod, everything you will need today. I'm willing to go out to sea for a little walk, to clear my mind, to breathe clean air. Try to get me away from this cage where we are.

As always, loneliness will accompany me. She has always been my faithful companion, as I could leave her. For better or worse she has been there. Supporting me, listening to me in silence.

We are both going in the car to the dock to go in my boat to navigate in the free waters of the sea. We drive through the streets of the city that are almost completely empty. Life as we knew it is gone. Almost everything is closed, almost everything is deserted. The loneliness by my side observes everything.

Already at the dock I dedicate myself to boarding everything in the boat. The loneliness has come forward and is already on board. She is waiting for me to accompany me in my adventure.

The sound of pelicans, seagulls and other birds breaks the silence of the coast. Crabs and other crustaceans dominate the sand. They take advantage of the fact that they are again masters of the seashore. They are again their dominoes. With nobody to take them out. Taking back what is theirs by antiquity.

Already in the boat. I release the moorings and I take course towards the exit to the sea. I see the wheel of the old mill that is there from long ago. In the sky my friend the moon. She often keeps the loneliness and me company. Giving us strength with her light, with her brightness, with her stages.

Perhaps at nightfall she will guide us, take us through places in this sea that opens up to us, accompanied by the stars. She will relieve her lover the sun who with its heat warms us samples and we travel the wide sea.

The pure air, I breathe it without mask. There are no more barriers for my lungs to be oxygenated. You breathe freedom, you breathe naturalness. Like not feeling free in this nature that most humans kill.

My course? Loneliness asks me. I don't know. I will let the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind, the sea current, all of them determine it. I just want freedom and to go back to what I was before this.