Watch the muscles of the captain, all plastic and methane.
Watch in the night that is, how much blood was in his veins.
The captain does not always fearless, straight on the deck, smoking a pipe, in this
fresh dawn and dark looks a bit like life.
And then the captain, if you will, rises again from the pants and threw it into the waves
strong and calls when he wants something or someone
there is always someone who answers.
But captain do not you wanted to say, but there
in the sea a white woman,
so huge, in the light of the stars, that one never tires of watching.
This ship is two thousand nodes, in the midst of tropical glaciers,
and has a motor of a million horses
that instead of hooves have wings.
The ship is lightning, torpedo, fuse, sparkling beauty
phosphorus and fantasy, molecules steel piston, anger,
blitzkrieg and poetry. On this night
power and fast, this cross of the twentieth century,
the future is a cannon ball on and we're almost reaching.
And the captain said to the hub on board, "Young man, I do not see anything.
There is only a little fog that announces the sun. Let us go forward in peace."
(F. Degregorio)
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