On this day of weakness, I offer my wealth to the heavens.
Here, I present to you: the poison of gambling, the fate of sailors who, even after a storm, always return to sail.
The urge to navigate is strong, but I dare to deny it, as I don't want another of my vessels to rest at the bottom of the sea.
I pretend to have control of my condition... I promised long ago that I would never return. Unfortunately, the waves are hypnotic – whispering in my ears like the song of sirens.
No, get back! I won't! I won't do it, i don't want to drown again!
(...)
(I enter in a small room with my head held high and my eyes on the prize.)
(I carefully observe my opponents.)
(I sit at the designated table.)
(I buy a measured possibility in poker chips.)
I start with bad luck, holding back impulses that slowly turn into discontent. An hour passes, I shallow my saliva; I appear to be without and exit and perspective, while feeling my treasure bleeding – withering away slowly.
I see a glimmer of hope, but it dissipates with the flop. I try to hide my losses; a frivolous attempt, i hope nobody notices...
A wave of emotion crashes against my reason – tilt – its now, my moment has arrived! I must risk everything in a game of head or tails! I take the risk...
(The cards are revealed.)
My face becomes impassive, my anxiety wants to escape my chest. I witness a heat run through my body, the same heat that screams: I am alive!
We reveal our cards – tacit regret – I lost.
(I Stand up ashamed from the table.)
(I lightly bite my lips.)
With a fragmented and heavy heart,
I swear never to return...
I swear!
Unti... yet again, I broken my oath.
