I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up...
The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say,
As the silence arrives...
Like the whisper of the dead,
The sea calms, the wind vanishes and the sun hides...
As if a calling had been done,
My head is turning without my intent to starboard, where I have a glimpse of life...
Where a little splash of green shows itself into the enormous blue that surrounds us...
I can hardly see the splash, but I'm sure the blue shall be replaced tonight.
May our sons and daughters tell the tale,
That the ship carrying our souls have gone to hell and back, landing on a uncertain place.
But landing at last.
