Aguas Tranquilas

Green and yellow lights,
hanging
from the dock,
in the still night.

Touching the strange
and distant,
world of fish,
in their slowness.

Boats with extinguished sails,
fading away.

The night waits,
in calm waters;
tomorrow we’ll have to figure it out,
with the light of day.

Listen to the silent
breath,
of the dock,
like an open grave.

Everything will be clearer,
over the
calm waters,
with the new day.

Slow golden fish,
biting each other.

Lost lights,
in drunken sailboats;
shooting at the stars,
in the sleeping waters.

Moon fish,
in calm waters;
tomorrow we’ll have to decide,
and then move on.

Na nanana nana...