Seeing that I see to be blinded by what I see
Makes me not want to see.
Hallucinating inside the sea;
Makes me to see why I have to leave the sea.
The sea is not my home.
I've built my rome above the sea.
Looking at these fishes
inside the sea,
makes me feel
I have to leave,
For I am an intruder seeing what I ought not to see.
Am leaving the sea for them,
I hope the shark grants me the grace,
To have the same joy as the fishes do have in my own rome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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