The storm is coming,
and the fisherman  from
the house by  lighthouse,
the
oldest one on the rocks in the sea.
Is lonely…lonely,
like his boat against the waves,
Splash, splash…
and the old fisherman
continues on his house, the lighthouse.
Where only the fire warms  this gray day,
and the old fisherman is going to travel and face the sea,
alone.
-d.a