Even with my hands almost flee clouds
like some shy beaten by soldiers
below, the sea and the waves rushing,

as cloud shadows caught.

I draw the line so the eye.


I drew the sun, the colors of spring,
gray and tired sails on a ship

since there are seagulls in the air asleep,
tired wings are quite lying.


You go past, and do not even know
I drew summer only for you.
I drew you as white clouds

with sand overlap your steps
a heart is hiding, I ran like the sea,
I such as line drawing horizon.


I draw the line, so to say goodbye.


Not enough sky for such a horizon,
and all these clouds, centered in the sea,
than in front of you somewhere ble?al,

I sold the last tourist image.

You ...


solo


you ...

I draw the line, tonight will not.