If I have a hammer I would be a carpenter,and I would be an Art-painterI'll build a boat, and I'll trace routeIf I have a hammer I would be a sailor,I'll say then lo, and I'll pray, Oh! Lord!I have pain in my heart to sootheI would have astrolabe, Sextant, and compassesmaps, and routes I'll draw, as hour passesSo now, I'll throw off the bowlines behind, and go asea,and see people, and things I would never seeIf I staid, I'll take rootI would be a skipper, I got urgent desire,a heart on dire, to see the seven seas_"Les Îles Marquises, le ciel est bleu la mer est grise."
Then, I would reconcile my heart with that old dream of mine, I had once ago, when I was a kid of nine. That’s would be it, a state-of-mind, and art? Then, I’ll say cheers to all the tears, and all the fears, and all the dreams, loves, and friends, and all dear things left behind. That, shall I have a toast with a glass of wine.Then, I can sing Brel, and I draw like GauguinWith peace in mind. And dance all night_Kalimelo