''We share our cups of coffee marks as a bridge between friends, ''
Said Naimah.'' We share a few moments of good-hearted cheer, ''
Said Frederick.'' ''Love can die, but a friendship never ends.''
''Love is endless, '' ''I'm a widow, harrowed with grief and fear, ''

''I've lost my wife, and now I must take care of my unique son.''
''Where do you go? '' ''I'm going to Morocco, firstly,
And then, I'm going to Egypt.'' ''I think it can't be easily done.''
''I have a brother who can help me because I'm worthy.''

''You left your home, '' ''I couldn't pay the taxes for my land.
So, I abandoned my village and fled to the town,
But many people did it like me; I had to understand
That the agriculture shrank; the food prices put me down.''

''The price of the Turkish silver fell and that of gold increased.
Your raw goods became cheap for the European traders
Who could buy trades of very large amounts of stock from the east.
They were developed and exported back; friends turned to haters.''

''Their products were cheaper while having a better quality
To undermine your local businesses and craft guilds.''
'' They worked using new methods in their factories.''
''Due to our government, which this kind of bridges builds.


I've found a job in the lowest town's level as a servant.
At school, my son saw the education as his only outlet.
While dealing with angry people, I felt lost in this current.''
''You should understand this situation from the outset.''’

(He talked with Frederick about Maya, his sister.)

A strange man having icy eyes embarked for Lisbon at noon.
He wore an amulet around his neck on its leather string.
He brought three dogs while whistling the air of an unknown tune.
His cruel face looked like wanting tears from around to wring.

This strange man wore a black suit, a black hat, and a black cloak
Having equal pleats over the shoulders; his face was shrouded
In mystery; he started to walk as wanting to provoke
Fear; he searched for an employee because his room was crowded

With unusual things and he didn't have space for the dogs.
He wanted a face-to-face meeting with the captain.
He looked over at Frederick saying, ''Tell your rats and hogs
That my room must be clean; they must work for that to happen.'’

He sat down at a nearby table and decided
It was time to pay the price to Frederick for the travel.
He said, ''this is the best way to get you excited.''
He gave Frederick five rubies thick as the gravel.
(Frederick started to talk with this stranger man, who decided to confess.)
‘’In the third century, Corfu was invaded and conquered
By pirates from Illyria; later, they were driven out
By the autonomic Romans; though is kinda awkward,
I found an old treasure map; I bought that land; I’m a scout.’’

Geraldine knew that Frederick did not want to betray her
Because he wanted to be the father of her child.
She wanted his burden not to be more than he could bear
She was afraid that losing control could make her feel beguiled.

Frederick wanted his son to be captain of a ship
And to go together to do business in Italy.
He lost his dream love while being with her in the time slip.
While talking they didn't lie to each other prettily.

(The carrack was sailing to Syracuse.)

Frederick was the master and Brisbon was his mate.
He has always told Brisbon what he wished to be done.
Brisbon commanded the sailors and he was really great.
When he screamed, ''Steer, trim, sail, '' to their duty they had to run.


Sam and Sulim were steersmen while Gian and Aldo were corners.
Suaram, Cosma, and Dino were gunners while Ismail
Was carpenter; Fargo was swabber and boatswain while Hector
Was a cooper; Abseil was a quartermaster; to sail


Gino, Nico, and John hoisted the sails, got the tacks aboard
While hauling the bowlines, and steering the ship when needed.
Ibrahim cooked, furled the sails, slung the yards and washed the board.
Maya was a cook, or a quack when the rules were not heeded.


Aldo screamed, ''Sulim, I see land on the horizon! ''
''Impossible, there must be only sea until Syracuse.''
''The compass had a big variation for no reason, ''
Said Freddy, ''we're in a wrong place; I need a valid excuse! ''

(To be continued…)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Love is like a sailboat
when the tides are high
and rough,
in the midst of storm
We throw off the bowlines,
surrender the helm
to the winds
and choose to
adrift - into the unknown

Its been a long lifetime since there was any life left within the lexicon of the living; monotonous careers and the absence of passion has shackled workers to the weekend, blinded the naive and suffocated all innocence and hope out of adolescent dreams. As the last light of beauty and grace of that hope is finally smothered, another slave to the mundane is born. Welcome to the 21st Century, where our leaders are the least amongst us capable of leading, our false idols are idiocentric idiots and money and power are as obsessive as oxygen.

The greatest mystery in midst of all this acclimatised confusion, is that the majority of Western folk fear death yet do nothing to curb completely wasting their lives wrapped up in these all too familiar horrors. Its the greatest crime one can commit against their own integrity, the crime of wasting unreclaimable time of their lives. For time is the eternal enemy of all life regardless of the quality, and it is yet to lose a fight. The greatest paradox within this logic is that it is only when you accept death as an inevitability and make peace with it, then you truly start living like you are actually alive.

When in the face of this great unbeatable foe, a certain new breed is bred whom are want to revel in the bittersweet, cast of the bowlines of morbid conformity and leave the shore of security. If that means abandoning luxuries, living rough and embracing hard times with a harrowing embrace then so be it, any fight for freedom will never be an easy ride. They know to take risks and follow their passions unapologetically, if that means a certain level of priorly perceived recklessness is invited into their life then so be it, it is kept in check with bohemian form of order, a rational dash of rationalism and honest self assessment. For any day could be the last they draw breath and death be ****** if they don’t seize the opportunity to relish their short dance in the sun with all the strength, patience and gratitude you can call upon.

In brief, don’t allow your short, sweet life to be hijacked by those made bitter by a system so vampiric in its very nature that those hopelessly addicted to it are so drained of the great virtues of life that they may as well be long dead. If your heart still holds an impassioned beat, swing heavy punches into the dying of the light, for this life was made for all to revel and excel within. So if you’re young in heart and lost, theres no need to despair as you’ve hardly been born, but please be aware that all Gods weep for the un-bloomed and forlorn.