2958 Fishes without eyes

What would happen if the lights
Of this your port illuminates
The last one circle
Of my abyssal region.

Those sad and infertile
Fishes without eyes
That I have inside,
Where will they go?

I want you to curse
With eternal power
The solitude and the sadness
That covers as vault
My heart,
And that you repair
With your skillful hands
Of celestial gardener,
The vast marine thalassic prairie
That is lying on my deep.
So that be your fishes,
The coralline and multicolored ones
Those that populate each corner
Of my illusion,
And that you forbid the entrance
To the invasive species
That attempt
The circle of my existence
To overcome.

What would happen if the lights
Of this your port illuminates
The last one circle
Of my abyssal region.

Those sad and infertile
Fishes without eyes
That I have inside,
Where will they go?