Sea Life

Sea Life What I see is not very much, a Formica table greasy plying cards and dirty finger nails. It is like being stuck in a deep valley between green waves; tomorrow will be the same and my ignorance is as the flat map on the wall that shows oceans and land but nothing more; in the corner of the map is writing something idiotic in Latin: “navigation is more important than life. “Valparaiso and Buenos Aires names on the map, harbour bars are the same a dirge of empty, laud music and idle lips is what I see, just like a Formica table greasy playing cards, dirty finger nails; clunking fists hitting a table in impotent triumph… and nothing more but endless gossiping about fun last time ashore.