inside this bottle.
ships sailing to distant lands
without any paths,
in search of everything
but the treasure.
if you're lucky,
the sky is your friend
and the seas make your stomach warm.
you just hope that all the pirates
are asleep in their caves,
fat, from a previous plunder.
finally,
the noise grows to nothing but a murmur.
you lie down on the deck,
at the front of one of these ships
staring like a bug at the sky,
unaware of a hand
reaching for the bottle.
