On the ferry to the Mull island,
in a sea came out of hell,
with the high waves that are vomiting
the white fam, because they too
suffer from seasickness, the strong one,
we come on the route of a fishing boat
heading towards the open sea:
compared to our ship, it is a flea,
but its bow, that disappears below
the top of the waves, and then reappears
on them, with an inhuman effort,
is to proclam its round challenge
against the unleashed forces of the life,
a source of pride and real wonder
for people who never would give up.