The sea it's now rebel..It isn't pretty.
Agitated, a little angry,
Just like me..
But here inside, I can't hear it,
Just like them..
Only a vision of a somebody
With a repressed look,about to break down.
But the sound it isn't of a scream
Or broken waves,
It´s a suppressed whisper,almost in slow motion.
Looking like that, kind of suddenly,
Almost doesn't look like the tragedy has happened,
And that something will happen again.
It´s like staring at those brown eyes
And seeing a small irritation, a little bit of rebellion,
A momentary unhappiness, a spark of dissatisfaction,
And madness, oh,there is madness...
Although the soundtrack it's a classical music,
Far,far away..
That revolted sea,trying to break,
Each time going further on the next wave,
Trying to take what's his, but doesn't have enough strength.
That person with those brown eyes slightly red around,
Hands constricted and rigid posture,
Now is growling low..
Uhm, doesn't even look like the tragedy happened,
And that soon there will be other.
