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Sailing season has started


 Wonderful day. It was 16 degrees and just the right time for first this year’s training.   Our women sailing crew is perfect example how team work brings joy and satisfaction. When you are deadly tired but don’t want that day ever ends.

Like sailing so much. Gentle wind, sound of waves, silence and big blue around. And the silence in the marine at the evening when wind is whispering around and stars are your whole visible horizon.

Aboard at a Ship’s Helm
(Walt Whitman)

Aboard, at a ship’s helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves.

O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,
Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell’s admonition,

The bows turn,—the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her gray sails,
The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds away gaily and safe.But

O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!
O ship of the body—ship of the soul—voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.


Talking about love to the sea…here is a music from great movie Le Grand bleu/The Big Blue. Being a diver, the movie has a special meaning for me.

From the movie:

Jacques (Jean-Marc Barr): You go down to the bottom of the sea, where the water isn’t even blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in the silence. And you stay there, and you decide, that you’ll die for them. Only then do they start coming out. They come, and they greet you, and they judge the love you have for them. If it’s sincere, if it’s pure, they’ll be with you, and take you away forever. 


March 30, 2008 Posted by | Daily bites, Movies, Music, Poems | , , , , , , | Leave a comment