If silence is gold, I've already silenced you with treasure chests, so you're a full-fledged pirate now.

How do you surf the spring on your ship? Did she whistle all the way up? Calculated whether for the first or second of a thousand devils is in your impossible eyes?

Let's exchange sea experience, because I've been on my boat so many times this spring off course that now even a trip to the Bermuda triangle seems like a pleasant sea walk in a relieving nothing.

But something the old seaman all -??? understood for this time. I realized that there are people — like the wind passing. Straightening the sails, pushing our wounded fragile souls forward to the unknown lands. But there is a sneaky monsoon: and then we strive to overturn, to change the rate to one acceptable to them, if not to break up on the rocks of prejudice, misunderstanding and dirty speculation.

Therefore, in your absence, I prefer motor boats to romantic and gentle sailboats. Though they are soulless, as the reproduction of a child's drawing, but surely carry me to where the sail boat and you won't need.

Where you and I will sail one day, we will bury our stern in the white sand and hide from all winds, hurricanes and storms.

I only hope that none of us, who came to this place before, will have to gaze too long into the distance, if not flash on the horizon yet unfamiliar, but unmistakably defined as the native wide canvas sails.

...why are you sad as a starfish on a business trip? Chin up!

Wave coming.