…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…What is this cold dagger in my guts What's the name of this fear inside Like a parasite it feeds itself How much longer 'til it's everything? Turn out the lights before I enter And I just turn my radar on The only thing…

…the inhalt. I write everything to the paper, and correct it all. The weather here restricts the life, after the years, it has come different, even in the coastal line. From here, people go to work to the islands, its a ferry trip to the archipelado islands, there is nice and quiet places, if you just want to see some privacy.…