Under the cold blue moon,
in the middle of uncharted deserts, on a sand dune,
I stood still, screamed, and my shriek was carried to the ends of the boundless void,
but the universe has not acknowledged and I was decoyed.
Among the countless firs,
within the stirless dense forests of obscurity, on a boulder,
I sat down, sobbed, and to the core of earth carried my tears the roots of a furze,
but the thickets have vanished and flattered a salty polder.
Above the tops of the high-rising mountains,
nearby the virginal clouds, on the pearly snow,
I layed down and sang the gripe of my worries about the future encounters,
but it did not rain and I was flanged below.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The shark
PoesíaThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.
