Moisture sticks to the road
fog smells havoc
the sea is calmly laid
the anchors hold the bottom
the night is deep
fish are looking for the light of boats
drunken fishermen torturing the night
music is the silence
death
I am present with my whole being
the beauty is inconceivable
denied to all sleepers,
my task is to be in the dark
far, far away from spring
I feel winter naked and alone
this world without vegetation
this sickness, this solitude
the night show
in my eye
that sees
that admires
the mysteries of stars
the depth of the sky.
To the laws of the sea
poetry is under the vault
- my karma,
it is magnificent to be alive
to feel love
in the mist
until daylight
and be again
loud
following old principles
with a few drunken fishermen
in sight.
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