Lulled fish by the sea refuse to emerge.
Under my feet the sand fades.
The shadows of the ships won’t let me see.
Dreadful, my temple has become.
I’m in a bubble: I drown.
You smile: I tremble.
Your hands touch me: I dry swallow your breath.
My hands sweat.
A whisper penetrates my ears.
Fish decide to show: they come to see.
The sand breaks through
And the indomitable sea shelter us.
We are no longer just two fish,
But fishes who breathes.
El Blog de Lenia C. García 