Sh\'es a girl with gray-blue eyes
hiding her danger under a false shyness.
I\'ts intimate fleece is made of moving dunes
that sway, responding to the whim of squall..
She plays the belle of the ball ,making up
her melancholy ,but Brighton derobates...
Her tides have a shaddy accent ,and hints
of juniper ,beer ,and bitter seaweed ...
She tries to seduce clouds running south
and have solar lover, in Ibiza, the nostalgia...
Your pettiness under sail ,quiet shipwreck ,
flying Dutch at the helm in the wind !
Little single sea full of mother\'s memory...
Kleine enkele zee ,vol met de herinnering een moeder ...