Bleu marine

Amid the waves, in the confined space of an ageless freighter, four men are apparently free of all ties to land ... But those who are exiled on the sea can be docile preys to a frenzy of nostalgia. The blue of all navies is ink to the poet. lt speaks of lost loves, of failed anchorages. "The ocean salt hardens the hearts of men. lt inebriates them like a cheap wine. The wind whips on their faces an illusory awakening, brushing away the beloved, whom it replaces with petrified images ... "