It's a bit ridiculous, a sailboat on land. And it should only ever be temporary. Perched on crutches and concrete blocks, without a mast, without sails, without a course, it seems vulnerable.
We now fear the gusts of wind that we used to laugh at on the water. And that sailboat that used to plunge into the waves is now sheltered under tarpaulins like a fragile little thing afraid of getting wet. The sailboat on land becomes tiny. Without the horizon and the sea air, without the space and addictive freedom they bring, we feel cramped. We wouldn't sleep there for a single night!


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