As I stand on the rocky shore
gazing admiringly at the blue silver
sea, there are maverick ships that sail alone,
bold vessels that follows their own compass
even though they are travelling
in a flotilla of boats. Bohemian keels that glide
over the tsunami and lion-hearted yachts that leaves the port
and put a bold face upon the violent billows,
barely to discover new landscapes. They ride waves
and floats above qualms that sank
many doubtful ships
before they begin to cruise.