The goldfish with black stripes
which fade before the eyes,
meanders happily in the clear silvery water that flows quickly.
It plays in the foam of the water
that breaks on the rocks.
Blissful and happy, it’s kissed by the sun.
It stops, watches and scans.
It slips in between the rocks, catching bubbles
and thinks it’s the master of the river.
A big fish spots it
and rapidly darts to the capture.
It follows greedily but loses track.
Further ahead a fisherman is lying in wait
sitting on the grass.
He hooks them up
and throws them into a bucket.
The big fish stares at the goldfish, stunned
and thinks it’s a all dream;
he no longer wants to get him down into his belly.
The oil that is boiling awaits them both,