Psilocybe Mexicana

By the shore of La Boca one summer night
I contemplated the stars and the infinite calm
The boats seemed asleep on the shore
And beyond, the old bridge inspired me
When suddenly I noticed that from the impure river
Someone was signaling me
I didn't understand the gesture and then I approached
And I couldn't comprehend what my eyes were seeing

In the dirty water and oil swam a mermaid
With long hair like wheat in the wind
Naked of breasts and hard nipples
She waved her hand as if inviting me

But what could I do amidst such confusion
Although the water didn't tempt me to dive headfirst
Nor did I try to notify the authorities
For fear of disturbing such a beautiful creature

And we stood there looking, almost penetrating each other
A clear-water mermaid in my equally turbid river
What could she be doing, and what was I doing, doing nothing

And suddenly she vanished with the morning mist
As the traffic began to stir again
And I, who had done nothing, decided to walk
And celebrate the holy apparition with wine

And even if I had the chance, who would I tell
Surely they would accuse me of being an immature lysergic
Of a clear-water mermaid in my equally turbid river
What could she be doing, and what was I doing, doing nothing