Inside a Robot

When the Seagull goes back to the Sea
And we come back from our Journey
Through the Hell;
That is the time when we fall in Love
With the one whom we love.
Each of us lives inside a Robot.

The Sun lost in the Horizon
And we are counting the Waves
From the border.
This is the Sea we look for,
We are born to stand on the Shore.

The Ships are coming from that Horizon
And we see them as Stale.
That is the Beauty of Sea
We look for,
We are born to stand on the Shore.

Our lives too become stale
In the woods of the Concretes,
Like those inert Ferries
Of those Fishermen
Who never return from their Journeys.

So robotic, so cynic we are
Never see our near by ones,
Still counting the waves from the border.
The sea laughs at us,
We are born to stand on the shore……...