Candlelight It was someone drowning. Who was going to say it! Now that I know, I see it, but ... Who would have imagined it! Looking at it in the calm of silence, in the light of the dancing candle; it looks very clear. The light of my candle, takes everything out to view. It looks like a doll that dilates, grows and then contracts. From very close, we saw some sparks of water, something that stirred, shadows, splashes, movement. Plash !, Plash! Too close. We were too close. You know, details are lost, you can't see properly. It could be assumed that they were jumping fish, tangled trunks, or river waves, anything. My light brought me the omen. It was late, twelve o'clock at night, and I had had nightmares. I took the picture for having it for later. Don't you know how to take pictures of the omens? Well, look at it, here I have it, sometimes it costs me too. What... don't you see it? I do it with these eyes, where the cyclones have gone out. I focus, shoot, record