Suddenly, I saw an old store, where all kind of good for ships were sold…
it looked like abandoned, but at the roof, this strange kind of ship figurehead made me stop…
An old man walking beside me stopped, too..
I saw traces of many seas, designing his face… he began to whistle a tango’s tune, Mañana zarpa un barco
(Tomorrow a ship weighs anchor) that I had heard before… it came to my mind the lyrics…


Shores that do not change
we touch when anchoring.
One hundred ports
give us the music of the sea.
Sad eyes girls come to greet us
and the taste of the drinks
seems always the same.

And then...