Fake Latin precedes meaningless English driveling across the page.  Trapped by love, a gypsy languishes in the suburbs of a large cow town. Driving endless miles on featureless freeways to a job that slowly grinds him down. Survival is the goal. Dreams of endless oceans in constant movement revive his soul. Raise the sails, over goes the tiller. Bring me that horizon that never gets here. Rolling waves, mother ocean rocks her sailors to comfort them. Land makes you sick.  You wake up and the room gyrates around you.  Grab the bed! Don’t fall off!  Only time will dull the malaise of land sickness.  But the Sea continues to call.  A harsh mistress. Yet no siren has more seductiveness.

How much longer can the gypsy resist?