It's never too late ...
It's never too late to wish you the duties earlier this year I'm going to ask you (oh you of the crew) with a poem particularly suited to the diary of the Captain and passengers to land, sea, sky ...
JOURNEY
E 'on a cargo ship that becomes a journey, a ship
for coal.
There is only one port that we have not touched
a sadness that we have not sung,
the horizon that could be seen in the morning we left
not
behind us every night and the stars have not gone
touching the water at dawn and water leaking
is not a reflection of the great nostalgia.
There we go, say, we go there?
Nazim Hikmet, 1948
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