And eventually their lips will whisper,
how much beauty lies hidden
on the ships that will leave!
That life comes and goes in rhythm,
between the calm and the quiet storm.
See then the dawn that has already broken,
and the daring goshawk.
For learning, tide drags,
for living, forgotten anchor.
Abyssal depths I would like to raise,
for such raging evils to shelter,
while in saline sunsets work,
and the orange miracle of the painted horizons.
Busy between so many chores,
Oh, my dear! As many seas as you want to board!
But proud if I may, you must,
for under such a storm,
you set a course for your seafaring life,
ending up sailing through the waters of freedom.
