They believe they are being equpped,
To sightsee coral through crystal blue waters!
Because they have been issued snorkels,
Fins and one tank of oxygen!
And the one delivering the supplies,
Replies he is a passenger aboard a submarine...
Docked next door!
He wishes them the best of luck!
'He's a cute colored boy...
Isn't he? ' She says.
Someone on the yacht,
Yells for more caviar!
One vessel is prepard for depth.
Those dipping chips aboard the other ship...
Have none at all!
They have no clue of the huge wave that comes!
It is a doozy!
The sun is too bright!
And they are working on their tans!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really both life and death are deep experiences into which we dive unconsciously we pretend to have experience and good tools to explore the depths under any surface there's beauty, of course our dreams about the unknown but there's a force which makes uncertainty roll and rise and submerge our first step into the abyss appreciated a lot