It was the grandmother calling
‘It’s from the south,’ she said
Like the whales swim up North
To catch the best fish
The wind had to be South
South for the endless wave
South for the possibility of infinity
South to see it coming from afar
The phone would ring at 6 o’clock
As there was no one watching
Only the man at the light house
To know if all ships had passed
Safely, without sailors overboard
to be reported missing
to their wives, patiently waiting
to sell the fish back ashore
It would be a simple call
for the grandson and his board
One sounding short, but sweet
‘The kitchen shutters rattle’
Waking her in the morning
Like a southern whisper
Come and see
Come and be
Come and be absolutely free
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person of inspiration: Rui Pedro – based on a small anecdote from his youth and the passion of surfing in one, a good luck poem for the start of the new company
place of inspiration: Peniche, Portugal
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