I am so moved by words right now that I have no words. I will try to conjure some~

The fishermen inspire me everyday at the harbor. Today the FlutuArte crew and I held a series of interviews  to find out what life is like in their Havianas.

We asked Americo, one of my favorite pescadores “When did you decide to become a fisherman?” He replied without hesitation, “It was never a decision, I was born a fisherman. I am married to my boat, and the sea.” We asked him how he wound up at the harbor? “Because life is a circle,” said Americo.

I have been thinking a lot about the fishermen. What is it about them that fascinates me? Beneath the surface their waters run deep. Their life with the sea connects them with the currents of nature and dissolves time. Days drift into darkness and thoughts flow unobstructed. Some of my earliest memories were on a boat in the middle of the ocean with nothing in sight but natural green islands, water and sky. I felt that I was one with everything. A small part of existence, both insignificant and profound.

Poetry is the language of those who live by the sea.

I will leave you with a translated poem from Johnny Boy aka Joao Silva, the owner of the first painted boat of FlutuArte.

The Last Romantic

Do not wanna be the last
Not so little the penultimate
Just come to me expressing
To wax the words of love
Report feelings of real heat
Where the heart beats strong
The thrill comes with love
Passionate and revealed
Fully interlaced
Bewitched by my muse
Woman of Light
My mistress
Queen
Ruler of My Heart

I write verses
poetry
tales
And my troubles reported
Sorrows
Joys
I declare love
Wills and emotions
I want to kiss
Caress
Regardless of drowning
For in your arms I want to be
And lose myself and give myself