Hugo Salvado

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A fish with the tail on fire

In a darker aquarium, there’s a fish with a fiery tail,
I now wonder if I’m dreaming or awake…
I try to make some sense of it, but to no avail,
I can feel my eyelids, but I can’t escape.

Then, a whitey fish moves as the fiery one shines,
It puzzles me as I try to understand…
The meaning of what that space confines,
The possibility of finding dry land.

And suddenly, all I see (is)…
A fish with the tail on fire.

And even if the flame is in water, it never extinguishes,
Shining bright, lighting the surrounding darkness…
I feel blinded, like all the other aquarium fishes,
Now I am an idle prey, but I can’t guess.

And suddenly, all I feel (is)…
Like a fish with the tail on fire.

It felt like a sea storm, despite the confined space.
I felt about to transform, and being able to look you in the face.

[interlude]

When you come out of the storm, you realise…
You are not the same person you were when you got into it.

– in “A fish with the tail on fire“, both in a restaurant and while crossing the street, before and after Labour Day (scissors, paper, rock… scissors, paper, rock… on fire!).

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