I sail small boats. With no one on it. By choice. I take the long routes, I wait and watch the sun. My destination is no shore or mountain. My destination is the waves of the water. My destination is watching the fish and the birds, it is the tune that I play on the flute. My destination is no place. So, I sail. Towards another place. I hope to see a land. Of liliputs, or giants. Of geometry or horses. I sail small boats. With people on it. By choice. I still take the long routes. I wait and watch the sun. My destination becomes my companions. To talk, to touch the water together, to discuss the moon and the nights. We write snippets of poems, or maybe long poems together. We read them out loud. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they don't. I again return, not to any place, but the middle of the water. I start sailing. This time alone. Because I want to. My small boat moves. Towards another land. I hope to see liliputs, or giants, or maybe someone Gulliver nev...