A sea... many seas... all seas.
They had congregated in oceanic assembly:
Philosophy... meditation...religion...art...
science and happiness.
They had thought centuries
and finally sad:
We are not a plant of toys.
We, the waters, are a very serious mechanism.
Therefore, I always see the children
playing in the sand of the beach.
We, the waters lick its Little foot,
we lick its Little hands, its faces
like a great dog, but we do not play.
We, the waters, manufacture all the life
of the alive life until the life deceased,
of the life deceased until the mineral
and the vegetable life.
The life of all form of life of the planet
until the perpetual life.
But we do not play.
In act, registered in the time had decided to send CONCHINHAS for the children
who were playing in the sand.
Thus a multitude of CONCHINHAS
woke up on the sand of the beach
and under the sun of the human beings.
Perhaps it was the start of the world.
It starts, here, our history.
