Marianne Wasowska

Waves carry us

And ocean opens itself

let’s raise anchor

I read aloud in the sea bed

Fishes are surrounding us

Shipwrecked applaud us

We sit on the old stones and play with sand

and little shells

If sun reaches us here

Till those depths

we’ll survive

Indeed, what does this meeting means

But drowning fast, very fast, or become

Transparent crazy

Hundred years later

I have no doubts

simple conventionals players

τώρα θ’ανοίξω τις πόρτες να μπουν τα νερά κι αν

με καλύψουν ακόμη