Sueño Suave

All night long the wind was blowing at a force of four or five, the sea was rough with waves of three to four metres. The beautiful J-class sailing boat on which I was clinging to the rudder and trying to keep my course, bravely cut through this black and aggressive sea. At dawn, with the help of my travelling companion, we dropped anchor in the calm bay of Colombier in St Barth. The water was clear and immensely blue. Exhausted on the teak deck I lay down. I could finally enjoy a well-deserved rest that transported me to dreams full of sweetness, sueño suave. Finally, I could dream.