waves are horses of invaiders
I was a horse In a life
and a wave in other life
I made so many widows and bathed many virgins
when I was a horse I chewed on my leash
I ran not to pull any wagon but to flee the merciless whip .
now I looke  at wild horses runnning by the sea
I know tomorrow  I will be a bird sleeping for good in a tree  
I will die and wake up a peice of
wood in a ship or a cross raised by invaiders