In quest of land.

Fishermen, travelers, hunters you are my brothers.

In this journey inspired by the quest of land I am your sister.

My forehead is burning and my shoulders are burned.

The sun guides me and the sun burns me.

Drops of water fall upon my skin in heat and thus upon my skin in heat drops of water sizzle, evaporate, vanish.

Thirsty and tired I search for land.

A pirate my brothers, that’s what I’ve become, a pirate.

But, it’s not right I say, it’s no right. I’m just a girl, my brothers.

-Shut up, don’t cry, don’t you dare cry.

-Yes my brothers, I won’t cry. I do not dare to cry.

How could I? Tears fall upon my skin in heat and thus upon my skin in heat tears sizzle, evaporate, vanish.