Carried by the wind
playing on the hair
of the Ostend dunes .
Honeymoon ,
with the great white birds
that speak a time of clouds...
In the whim of the wave ,
rediscovering my barbaric
pirate roots ,
anchored in a flemish reverie ...
Red light house on port !
Hard a-starboard !
Sea as soft as a watercolor
still wet ...
A fresh breeze bites sharp
with the acrid tang
of old pipe smoke
and bitter tobacco !
The earth is but a mirage
that stretches out its arms
and beckons me ,
leaving in the wake of the deep
some distant laps of nostalgia...
The sails rears up ,
chestnut defying the horizon ,
tracing the story of all
my shipwrecks ...
On the pier a white shadow
will wait ...
Marriage of sun and silence ,
the bride of the ocean don\'t cry.
And I ,solo sailor
in the rolls of my imaginary ,
\'\' Heave-ho seaman ! \"
In the quest of the sea of tranquility !
Hapless poet on your makeshift raft ,
torn by these coral passions ...
Lost in a tropic of ink
my compass spins like crazy !
My worlds adrift ,
child embarked on the legend
of a ghostship ...
Where\'s my treasure island ?
My coffe cup is empty...
Inspiration flickers
Like a blue mist in my mind ,
Leaward depression ...
Motionless voyager ,
No one will welcome you ,
wandering will never end ...