The sea smells its Salt
From every sparkle

The moments sit worthy of martyrization
At every end of coast
Anyway, in the middle, between them
Is the heart

Luliki has only ether
A self with dark whirling hair
A face pale like foam
And a dynamite in every hand

She wouldn`t explode them
But when she searches for pearls
She only unbinds the Salt
Because the sea gulps her down