

Was there, the fisherman.
Knew and felt the wind,
Chat with the fish;
I had the ocean, the sea in your eyes.
He had the soul of the blue sea, the sky,
And the heart beat and wave;
His blood, a sea current,
Air and water is carrying it.
Cried to go back to earth;
He dreamed of the sea with the wind,
A blue dream, air and water;
He dreamed of the home, with nostalgia.
One day he was
And it came back.
His soul rested, happy,
Alone.

















































