It will be seen calm.
Under the turbulence sands and mud accumulate,
brought by violence from foreign places.
They will fill the basin that hides
under the goosebumpy skin,
domestic animals taken from their backyards,
stones that man could never move
and the terror of a loud noise.
the breathless fish, the hangover,
of the crazy happiness that suddenly possessed
It is remorse.
even the same mild waters will wash