Images fade in the memory of the sea

nothing is left

but the voices of Ulysses mermaids

leading the sailor toward a slipping infinity

Everything here removed from his shoulders

the shills of memory

The half of the god is wondering

in the adventurer heart

and what is left of the dream struck

by the waves

against the foggy shores

Lights are gasping here

on the way of the stranger

The stars do not really care of the confused breath

The journy still wearing its ornamented mask

The voice is saying: no return!

Kifah jahjah