Frizzy, their hair was suspended
like chlorophyceas swaying in their incessant calm;
her open eyes, terrified in tragedy,
looking at a distance clogged with emptiness;
his oscillating hands, crying out to heaven;
their open mouths, weighted down in a clamor
silenced for the eternity of the deep.
Sculpted existence, stopped in reluctance
of the waters,
deserves a horrid canvas
wobbling in the wrong time.
Motes in infinity burning a belief
that is smoothed in the complexion of the impassive,
pieces of useless life,
promised kisses withered in the remora
of abandonment.
now the afterlife
gets stuck in the abysmal womb
of an imperturbable sea.
only loneliness,
consummation.