In a white room with hammocks made of jute.
We slept cuddled.
I heard a loud noise,
I got up and went to the door.
Opening, I found myself in front of a pier made of stone.
There was a big swordfish.
Struggled and people were trying to hit him ...
They wanted to kill him ...
The sword was long,
was turning on itself,
It became increasingly difficult,
I looked into and you cried,
I was the swordfish and I was already dead.