how did it become like this

How did it come to this?

Sitting on a terrace counting how many

Ships are anchored in the bay.

I know most of the ships especially

The coastal runners, the big trawler has left an ugly ship

With a crew of the last chance saloon

No self-respecting seafarer would join a ship

That empties the ocean of life.

How did it come to this?

I am watching ships come and go in the bay of Cascais.

My plans for the future have been overtaken

By the veracity of the day

 

 

◄ a dreaming joureny

trust in yourself ►

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