Under the milky stay of the days,
I have seen hollowed ships aground in the wharves.
Bays of skeletons of harpooned whales
drawn against the highest waterfalls.
There the pargos and the horse mackerels
hurl down themselves in their scaled delirium
in search of unprepared algae.
By these slippery and abysmal slides
they are left to see the Red Diamonds
that puncture the dry scales left aside
by the empty corpses.
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