wandering on waters
I get jitters when I go fish
It is like a flight
So I get on board and take the helm
I let the boat go when is dripping tides
Slowly, it goes, and I launch the line
I do not wait or make an effort to catch fish
The function is to wander away
knowing of the end
The river’s delta and the sea
It is an adventure that comes by chance
I have got it many times,
and is each one of them different
The landscape and the figuration joy of birds
It makes you believe that does not exist time
Only following the water chains
After two hours, I begin to come back
The constant paddling of return can be a little hard by the river waves
But it is not problematic
We can wait for the turn of the tide that will take us gently back
The paddles will have the helm function
Soft tour round like those who enjoy the tide movement of life