Aguamarina

Suns and spirals, the first day of the world
Tiny fish, huge fish
Sands, crystals, your eyes sketched
On beaches of the future, on rocks of mercury
Celestial drawings that move in time,
Clouds of rain and sorrow that your tears are the result
Of that distant point where everything was one and the same
Little snail climbs, spiral of moon shines on your beautiful cheek

And so the little worms reach your bones
To turn it into stone and into dream angles,
To become fish again moving in the water
Of a huge placenta of stars and little angels