The Land Of The Long White Cloud
May our mountains ever be Freedom's ramparts on the sea
Swirling mute skies
cross the sea
On rude fragments of the rocky shore
The sea speaks to me
The child observes and analyzes his shadow
On the seashore
The sea surges up with laughter
OSNAT
I hope he hasn't sailed too far away
Sunset
At The rugged tracks of the desolate beach
Children are curious
It was many and many years ago
