Same fatal destination, yes, but different itineraries
I dream of a Melville journey
My life for Moby Dick and not for a couple of fish
Crawling I stand up, like the ocelot on the coats of arms
Even on the high seas art is polar
I followed her across the skies like an astrolabe
I leave home and travel the world
In the carriage I sleep in the corridor, I am a passenger like sulking
I dream and the point of view widens if I lean out of the spaceship
I learn that there is no defeat if I can reward the effort
Like Arzach's pterosaur I have a character on its back
I want to take it off, I want to wander the cosmos
I endure the waiting, I learn to love the harvest and the fallow
I, Corto Maltese watching the seagulls from the port in town
I understood that for each terminus
There's a new ticket popping up
I will write on the back of the postcard
I'm an exhausted castaway, face in the sand
The sirens still scream my doom
I follow crosses on the map of this audiogram
I am Atlantis sinking under water
Don't leave me here, for pity's sake, give me more challenges and tides
God, your will be done but let me understand what it is
I have been the pilgrim's sandals
Lost in a desert like the Kalahari
I have been sand along my path
When I dried up like some intellectuals
I'm the cabin boy and the captain on deck
I have died and then been reborn several times
Little Prince, Young Holden
I am the old man who goes to sea and still challenges the waves
And I beg Prometheus to bring the fire back to me
After all, I have skins of ink to pour out
I put on Phileas Fogg's clothes and take flight
New dream, new place, new goal, new destiny
New day, new life, new love, new identity
New sun, new star, new planetary landing
New sun, new star, new planetary landing
New dream, new place, new goal, new destiny
New day, new life, new love, new identity
New sun, new star, new planetary landing
New sun, new star, new planetary landing