Air currents in the sea
are like blue and green highways.
Fishes know it well
some take you south and others east,
but there is one that takes you to the bottom where the sunken ships are.
Not everyone who gets on a small boat knows it.

The poor is always less afraid of death,
because he knows hunger,
because he prays daily and is convinced that this life is fleeting and short
and because fear hurts less after having had it around.

But if you stay out of the water
still in the bushes without food,
fishes know it too,
you run out of air and you are eaten by rich men in a
seafood restaurant from the port.
That is why the poor jump into the ocean and catch the currents.
To save his life.

Air currents in the sea
are like lottery tickets.
Some go straight to the destination you ask for.
Others don’t although thousand men on their knees pray them to do so.

Montse Lopez Muley Abdhalha
(MUSSIA)

Translator’s note: original poem written in Spanish. Translated with the sole purpose of conveying its general meaning.