Mermaides

The MermaidShe must just have left the sea.Her hair and lipsSmelled of the sea till the morning.Her rising and falling breast was like the sea.I knew she was poor -But you can't talk of poverty all the time.Gently, next to my earShe sang songs of love.Who knows what she has learnedand experiencedIn her life fighting the sea.Patching fish nets, casting fish nets,gathering fish nets,To remind me of spiny fishHer hands touched my hands.That night I saw, I saw it in her eyes;How lovely the sea has risenin the open sea.Her hair taught me about waves;I tossed and tossed around dreams.

OOrrhhaann VVeellii

Now the sirens have a stillmore fatal weapon than their

song, namelytheir silence...

someone might have escaped from their singing;

but from their silence, certainly never.

Franz Kafka