Captain, our Destiny is a Wandering Island (Capitán, el rumbo es una isla errante)

Song by:
Sergio Vesely
Testimony by:
Sergio Vesely

This song was dedicated to Óscar Castro, who I was lucky enough to meet in 1975, in Puchuncaví. With his experience in theatre – Óscar was already a fairly well-known actor before his arrest – he threw himself into the cultural work we had organised, in what was then called “Camp Melinka” where the prisoners presented a show every Friday.

Our friendship was brief but very intense. Several times, in the middle of a serious conversation he would disconnect and climb aboard an imaginary boat called El Supertricio and he would invite me to sail with him through the kingdom of his imagination. At such moments, I was able to forget that I was in prison.

Published on: 23 September 2015

I became good friends with a captain,
venerated by the waters
and by all the fauna of the sea.
A noble gentleman,
adventure lover,
a major commodore.
Who one night got lost
when raging wind,
like the emperor’s roar,
blew his ship
taking it off course,
taking him to prison.

Full sail! Cast off!
The compass doesn’t mark north,
the course is to a wandering island,

Three days later the captain,
poet of the seven seas,
friend of freedom,
reached a port without light.
His galleon was half tilted,
the flag at half-mast.
I told him: Captain,
Wooden is your ship,
Steel are your crew.
Better times will come,
don’t loosen the sails,
and steady the prow.

Full sail! Navigate!
The compass doesn’t mark north,
we are headed to a wandering island,