Free fly the seagulls,
 they're white on the geometrical spatial line of many many lands,
 plumed voyagers, noble gipsies,
 nomads only at the price of their plumes,
 vanishing at the surface of the water on the vertex of dots.
 Far away, far away in time
 he had a body and a mouth
 far away, far away in time
 beyond the opaque padded border line
 free fly the seagulls...
 Grey silent sky, flight of gulls skimming over the sea.
 I miss...