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“The old sailor who I met
On the island of Gànguil cured his wounds
By putting his feet in the water. The jubilant sea
Tickled his legs. The old sailor
Smoked, and in the smoke adventures drowned,
Alongside dangers, women, games and moonshine, enormous octopuses,
Rays…
One day he was taken from work and Death,
Like a hundred-legged crab grabbed hold of his chest.
He was slowly destroyed in a white shirt
In the port-side tavern, recalling tender dreams
With rum and moonshine.”