I have the hand inside
In the flowing of the river,
And only
I stare the life to happen.
Reclined here
I see the people
That wants to rescue me.
They tell me:
That in the water there are fishes
That can harm me,
That there are piranhas banks,
Hordes of leviathan
But I am amusing
Just
Seeing the flowing
Going away.
I don't want more
That to have my hand inside
Among the flowing
And to get slowly
Toward the sea.
To arrive disappearing
Among the waves
Until becoming gull
With my body free
Of the salt
And not leave rake
Of the abysmal melancholy
That anguishes my soul
Of crazy poet,
My heart
Of sensitive animal.
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