And just as the fish flies away without a scream
to the slippery palms of the fisherman
and that the air tears its gills,
and that he flees, but that at this precise moment
he enters a world higher and greater,
where bubbles and gurgles the verb,
filling fire, clouds and soil,
and that he sees god in all his stature,
and that in the sand he becomes innocent,
while after him another life begins,
so do we also in the future albacore,
as the forest of the side of the earth,
and we discern another life above the grave,
and already in other worlds we steal,
as we become dust and smoke.
But as the diver holds his breath
and throws himself into the infinite water,
and as a mold she encloses it,
and draws him to his salty bowels,
but high he hastens to take breath,
in the same way life shines above me too
and fill me whole, and call,
when I look into the afterlife
and tells him in an ordinary voice
life that no one has seen.
