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?
But IMHO
It was dreaming of being and fishing for joy
As were almost all of us
