Manara in colour

Yannus Berthrand

Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying


Electric fever by Anonymous

I must go down to the sea again, to the autopilot's ways,
And all I ask is a GPS, and a radar, and displays,
And a cell phone, and a weatherfax, and a shortwave radio,
And compact disks, computer games, and TV videos
I must go down to the sea again, and not leave friends behind,
And so they never get seasick we'll use the Web on-line,
And all I ask is an Internet with satellites over me,
And beaming all the data up, my friends sail virtually