Capo Horn

Waves crash against the reefs, as if the sea has decided to join the duet as well. Everything is spinning: sails, thoughts, names, and suddenly it becomes clear that love here isn't about land. She's like navigation without a compass, you feel her but you don't see her. Sometimes there are storms, sometimes there's calm, but you still reach for where they promised sunshine from the east. There's salt in every word, and not just sea salt. The wind blurs the boundaries between "I" and "you," turning feelings into a quest with a map where the cross marks the heart. It sounds like the captains of two different ships are accidentally singing the same song, each on their own course, but in the same direction.