Go sit on the nose of the pier
Even if it's promised to be stormy for the evening
the sky is as if it doesn't know
A calm wind on the back of the water
In the morning the nets have been lowered
at the point of the winter opening
Shoe laces gets wet in the waves of the end of summer
On the other shore there is a catch heard
The voices move no one sitting
the wind only waves - the reeds
The sound of the seagulls in the distance
Oar to bad luck
stick sunk is in the palm of my hand
The sky is still clear on the beach
The day has come a long way
the morning news takes me to the morning
The collar of the shirt is wet with the tears of the end of summer
The expression is serious like bubbles in the waves
The old things pop up again
reaches out of the water to pick a bundle
-reeds
Evening reminds me in its confusion
It's already time to raise the nets
when the sun's rays give direction
A man rows with difficulty let's go on a boat
When you're in the mood to hit the mark
no matter from the morning
The old oars get wet in the waves of late summer
The storm didn't come, so did the sky in a way
Bring his shoulder to comfort the wind drove him
a bunch of reeds on the shore

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