Adriana Untila – Water
One drop,
and days are getting gray.
The vision of waking up
starts to be harder to do it.
Two drops,
down my cheeks
Silence reigns in chaos
returning to the automatic river.
Three drops,
as red as blood,
falling off my wrist
letting the lake flow slowly.
Four drops
and the glass is almost full.
Little by little making cracks
in whose waterfalls want to go out.
Five drops.
Water overflows
from my flooded head,
destroying everything that was alive.
The Nile is now in peace.