Wind lifts the ship,

The white sails are full,

My nose is already turning pale...

With plastic bag

Stretched out in the boat cabin

Finally the sun

A roll of ship's rope flat

Curled up on a bed on deck

For the sick and the sun

Course towards Iceland

A whole day alone at the sea

The wind stays northeast

The bowsprit and me

Salt water on my face

Together to the southeast

White beans and garlic

Espresso and Giuseppe

“Remove the purine!”

Helms a lee, hold on!

The dishes are waiting on starboard

Stay sails, stay upright!

A look shows me

Love sparks on Tres Hombres

The sea is waiting for fire

Mama Tres Hombres,

On the sea monster highway

She rocks us to sleep

A bucket on deck

A naked body waits for a bath

Cold, salty and yet delicious

Anchor chain loose

The Isle of Wight our view

How many more days?

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