The fisherman sat
in the shade of the sail,
the boat glided slowly
above the river,
along the two banks
only flowering trees
while he lost
and forgot the time of his journey...
He was sailing peacefully
when suddenly
the river hid in a dark gorge
and night fell
br/>until the mountain opened
and then there appeared to him
among the clouds, an unknown plain...
The island, the island unknown
now he saw her... so close.
And then
he happily went up the river
certain of being able to
one day find the trace of his journey...
In the shade of the sail
sat the fisherman,
letting the boat slide along the river,
but he could not find the way to the island,
as he sailed
the memory of his journey faded more and more...
The island, unknown the island
now he saw it... so close.

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