More and more one meets strangers on the way,
a man in pigtails and a woman with a pageboy.
Little blue fish swim each other by.
In Baghdad bombs drop like candies from the sky –
what mágico prodigioso were they made by?
The faces of old friends fade away,
they quietly withdraw, picture-shy.
Hello, you said with a quiet sigh.
Hello, the water is clean and green here in our sea.
Little blue fish swim each other by.