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Monday, August 28, 2017

no~

the harbour is far,
maybe there is none.
from far out at sea
waves are rolling,

nothing else,
no voice to reach,
no harbour i see,
just sailing on

maybe to be washed
ashore, stranded.
i follow seagulls,
nobody else.

i listen, the roar of 
this sea, the gulls,
my thoughts whirling,
still, i steer this ship

through storm, through 
all, follow stars,
i left all at home,
here i am free

no more hope,
only fate, i must
and must follow
the wind

and the small voice
inside, none other,
no opinions on me,
no words. i go.




castanheira de pera, Lousa, Aveiro

lady of the dancing waters, king crimson