There is no path, where I am.
I am immersed in a blackish sea.
from which I will not leave.

Who will come to give me air?
Who will come to remove my corpse from the shore?

Will it be like this? like a rotting whale?
Or maybe you can teach me to swim:

countercurrent, submerged.

submerged, in this bypass,
which is dedicating some verses to you,
where I swim,
where my thoughts are heard,
to tell you everything, without saying almost anything