Melancholy ascended in the surface

knowing that she'll have forever a lair

in the underwater garden.

Serene the azure body that filled

the landscape crowled as ever.

The sound here is a word without a

meaning nothing can agitate the

monotony.

The new and the old event roll indolent

embraced in a circle.

The one takes the place of the other

returning continuously in the beginning.

What didn't belonged in the fluid kingdom

has now become its integral part.

The plunder that was stolen

from the marvelous world of the unknown

is hidden deep.

Imprisoned from the seeweeds

ornamented with the flowers of the sea.

Every piece has its own story

Every creation is also a piece

of its creator.

Behind the coral gate of the garden

are sealed emotions