I see the waves jumping high
spiting their liquid being to the sky,
I see the wind pushing its ice
that have traveled from afar.
I see the vessel falling to the side
to be pushed back the other way,
going forward looking to the sunshine
surrounded by blues and some lonely fish.
I see the tenor paling with ease
the mountains of foam that the bow brake,
advancing slowly between jumps
carrying in its void a beautiful treasure.
I see the tenor singing his troubles
going up the tones with each arpeggio,
watching the goddess seated in her throne
embellished by the wind and the salty scene.
And I see her glancing the waters
ecstatic by the liquid gems,
she does not listen the sailor demands
who ends up his chant with a powerful do.
