One particular afternoon during the holidays last week,
I sat beside the sea,
watching the wind
creating endless shapes of waves.
Then a fisherman in his little boat arrived.
Right in front of me.
In a basket that he took out of his boat
I noticed a fish’s tale.
Two beautiful sharp points
completing a wonderful tale.
The fish won’t flow anymore by the wind and by its tale,
he will not be a part of the creations of the waves.
The fisherman caught him, took him out of the water.
The waves will not be touched by his tale any longer.