jueves, 24 de febrero de 2011

The king of fishes

The king of fishes

Deep swims the king of fishes
In the darkest part of the oceanic night
So far from the shores
Immune to hurricanes
Ignorant of lines, hooks, rods & men

In the same way
Its oily flesh, white skin and blind eyes
Its cartilages and teeth
Belong to another world
That is not intended for us

Some nights I’ve heard its song
When the wind and the surface of the sea
Were calmed enough
To allow its cavernous voice
To pass across           

Please don´t ask me  
Why I could know?
It was dreaming of being and fishing for joy
As were almost all of us