Launches it impetuously to the ground
To see if it can give some kind of war
Not for dismissing the frail
That the leader makes to follow in the flock
When the time urges for breeding.
The mountain doesn’t look for the rivers
The way where the naught travels
Because they go through but not to battle with them
Far beyond the metaphors of fights
Where somebody speaks and you listen
More in the intent of the strong trout
– That are many for the claws of the bear
When spawning, they keep silent to the death.