Ship

This ship has taken you far away

and now the sea has reached the ceiling of desesperation.

Fish are running

Sharks are crying

all became isolated

as you went to Sanrojic Land.

You might be happy,

using machines and buttoms

to catch the clownfish

the orange fish.

But Hera at Ruza, land 

of Rodrigo,

Ground and sand are getting dirty,

Ships are sinking

Each sunset is the ache of an ax

perforing at my heart, an old ballroom dance

all because, you left Ruza Land.