Marco-R

The night before the storm: the water starts to get darker, and the horizon is foaming. Here around the sea is choppy. The sky could bluster, or just pass away, i should be ready to hold my ship. I see the big wave the greatest i've ever seen, the most fearsome i've ever imagined. And then it pass through. Neither the fish underneath, nor the moon over me shivered, they just let it flow. the boat crackles, but will do its job the foam will leave the memory the stars in the sky will remain faithful the blowing wind will lead me to new seas. It's been a long journey, and the road ahead is still very long. I'll find new diamonds amo