I said: father, there are not enough trees around to build your boat. This one is mine, and I grew fond of it.

I travelled round and round until the whale of time has swallowed me a thousand times and only once I’ve had the chance to come  around and I’ m the only one left here to tell the story and there’s nobody to tell it to though, so…

It’s once again my turn to go


it’s our time again

to go

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2 Responses to prayer

  1. Agnusstick says:

    Dacă în prima poză nu e un călugăr franciscan cu spatele spre noi, având pe umărul stâng un pelican sau albatros şi în creştet pe nepoţelul lui Iona uitându-se spre NW cu mâinile înălţate spre cer, mă las de hermeneutică!

  2. sam says:

    Nu te lăsa!
    Ai tradus perfect. O mică adăugire: nu știm dacă Iona a fost însurat așa că putem presupune că ar fi nepotul după soră/frate

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