that bridge of stone, stained
by a ton of droppings,
seagulls and frigate birds,
out of their territory, shouting
and frolicking, bad-mouthing
dugongs and fishes, loudly.
I should have listened to
my thoughts and fears,
before that fateful day.
When thirty tons of stone
all stained, and to the laughter
of gulls and frigate birds
fell into the stormy sea.
And they, without excuse,
took me.
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