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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