De noordzee

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 ...