let me be your fisherman
over and over
until the ground
will transform into an icon
I said to this fish

the colour of my shirt is the delirium
of the river
like no angle I've imagined

*

die repeatedly, says the Fisherman
to the Fish
until you learn to cherish your death
remember that the one who kills you
goes through as much torment as you do
you see, my friend,
our reality is always relative
(Simona Sumanaru)