Somewhere, drawn in his sea with a sun that never wounds. Somewhere my father's house that I never could see ...silence... the seagull's wings caress houses' roofs, harbour's embrace caress ship's seals. Eyes' breaths
and visual tastes that respect their own roots so dense... The seagull's wings caress houses' roofs, harbour's embrace caress ship's seals; the church-steeple like a lighthouse for the sailers who cannot see.