There is a man standing in the water with a boat in the background

No oceano da vida No oceano da vida, as correntes me arrastaram por mares distantes. Longe da Costa, perdido em alto mar. Sea demons stalk me in the night storm. Hard anguish grows and the structure of the poor little boat of my being cracks. A cada onda vencida, uma maior se levanta. "Good God, my, I gave myself a clear and peaceful morning" I'm always wishing. Mas sei que nesse oceano nunca acharemos terra firme, And our grave will be in the tranquility of the dark background.

bad work, bad color, extra legs, extra fingers, bad body, bad finger, bad eyes