Images fade in the memory of the sea

nothing but the voices of Ulysses mermaids

is left

leading the sailor toward a slipping infinity

Everything here shook off from his shoulders

the shills of the memory

The half of the god is wondering

in the adventurer heart

and what is left of the dream is being struck

by the waves

against the foggy shores

Lights are gasping here

to candle 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