The sailor speaks of loneliness as a potential feeling, but ultimately finds solace in the memories and connection with the sea and his boat. The land and the people may be a source of uncertainty and fear, but ultimately the sailor chooses to explore and find connection rather than feeling alone. The sea, moon, and shore are seen as beautiful and real, but the true reality for the sailor is the connection with his boat and the memories they share.
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A voyage around lonely shores
a sailor on a lonely boat,
moon is revealing the ripples,
sea finds peace in this lagoon
neither the sand,
nor the moon, nor the sea feel lonely
sailor stretches on the boat floor
staring at the distant stars, admiration of this vastness in safety distance
Dear Beltegese, who is the giant and who the grain of sand? Polaris are you Sun or north only?
Sailor eyes sight on the view of the distant and kindly bright sky.
the paphlasm of the waves carrying him back to the shores,
nourished the ears, tympanic membranes dance happily at every wave that met the shore,
one and two, six and sex, thirthy five, abundant
little red boat, no color in the moonlight, oh mother, hug me
abudant the sea, silver with water revealing one another,
gentle moon, water with silver are one
Revelation daring the saiilor to feel, in the little boat, in the moon-sea
there is a land for the sailor to feel, lagoons are harbors of both the land and the sea
is the land nicer than the sea? stupid or divine the answer is.
sailor will you explore the shore? feet in the silky sand, taste the aromas, hug the people of this land, favor our peaceful weather?
Weather talk, what a habit! In the lagoon words don't work, only eyes. ears, skin, nostrils.
Sailors remember yesterday weather if it was a storm, exhaustion the boat carries. Will the land entice sailor into an explorer or a stranger?
Past conquerors are afraid of the new explorers. shoot the boats as they arrive at their shores. boats bring change, the wind will bring the storm, boats arrive faster than the wind, people of the land.
Welcome the people, they know about the storm. You won't.
What was your weather sailor? Will you explore this land or travel? The peace is cunning, the loneliness lurking in the shore.
Were you supposed to arrive one sailor here? was the trip easy or nice?
Does the land welcomes or scares the sailor? Sailor, do you feel alone?
"No, I carry memories, I live with sea, speak my boat and the wind"
then who said is lonely here? Maybe my imagination. The sea, the moon, the shore maybe a mirage, a ghost of beauty.
Only the boat and sailor are real for each other.
the sailor can share the truth,
before the boat shares sailor's absence,
by some shore or in the sea.
Who spoke of loneliness?
A voyage around lonely shores
a sailor on a lonely boat,
moon is revealing the ripples,
sea finds peace in this lagoon
neither the sand,
nor the moon, nor the sea feel lonely
sailor stretches on the boat floor
staring at the distant stars, admiration of this vastness in safety distance
Dear Beltegese, who is the giant and who the grain of sand? Polaris are you Sun or north only?
Sailor eyes sight on the view of the distant and kindly bright sky.
the paphlasm of the waves carrying him back to the shores,
nourished the ears, tympanic membranes dance happily at every wave that met the shore,
one and two, six and sex, thirthy five, abundant
little red boat, no color in the moonlight, oh mother, hug me
abudant the sea, silver with water revealing one another,
gentle moon, water with silver are one
Revelation daring the saiilor to feel, in the little boat, in the moon-sea
there is a land for the sailor to feel, lagoons are harbors of both the land and the sea
is the land nicer than the sea? stupid or divine the answer is.
sailor will you explore the shore? feet in the silky sand, taste the aromas, hug the people of this land, favor our peaceful weather?
Weather talk, what a habit! In the lagoon words don't work, only eyes. ears, skin, nostrils.
Sailors remember yesterday weather if it was a storm, exhaustion the boat carries. Will the land entice sailor into an explorer or a stranger?
Past conquerors are afraid of the new explorers. shoot the boats as they arrive at their shores. boats bring change, the wind will bring the storm, boats arrive faster than the wind, people of the land.
Welcome the people, they know about the storm. You won't.
What was your weather sailor? Will you explore this land or travel? The peace is cunning, the loneliness lurking in the shore.
Were you supposed to arrive one sailor here? was the trip easy or nice?
Does the land welcomes or scares the sailor? Sailor, do you feel alone?
"No, I carry memories, I live with sea, speak my boat and the wind"
then who said is lonely here? Maybe my imagination. The sea, the moon, the shore maybe a mirage, a ghost of beauty.
Only the boat and sailor are real for each other.
the sailor can share the truth,
before the boat shares sailor's absence,
by some shore or in the sea.
Who spoke of loneliness?
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