Había una vez un pez que no sabia que el nadaba en el mar.
Tenia una sed tan fuerte que no podía con esta acabar.
Fue una sed para justicia y para libertad,
una sed fuerte para amor.
Buscaba en las algas, buscaba en el coral,
buscaba por todas las aguas del sal.
Un día una pez quien se llamaba Mercedes le encontró.
Empezaron a platicar, empezaron a bailar, mientras nadando en el mar.
Y después de unas horas empezaron a besar, mientras nadando en le mar.
Y después de unos minutos, no podían continuar, a causa de falta de oxigeno.
Y fue por eso que ellos descubrieron que ellos estaban nadando en un mar. Y fue preciso por eso que ellos empezaron
a valuar el mar en lo que nadaban -- el mar en lo que tienen derechos, el mar de su libertad, el mar infinito de su amor.
Y ellos son nada mas que peces, y no tienen ni cazuela ni comal
pero ellos tienen todas las aguas del sal.
Y se dice que no somos peces, cada uno es muy especial
-- tiene alma y espíritu.
Y por eso tengo una sed fuerte a saber si no es de sal -- en que tipo de mar nadas tu?
[Once there was a fish that did not know it was swimming in the sea. He had a thirst so strong that he could not get quit of it.
It was a thirst for justice and for liberty, a strong thirst for love.
He searched midst the seaweeds, he searched amidst the coral, he searched in all of the waters that were of salt.
One day a fish named Mercedes encountered him. They began to converse and to dance, all the while swimming in the sea.
And after a few hours, they began to kiss, all the while swimming in the sea. And after a few hours, they could not go on, because of a lack of oxygen.
And it was through this that they discovered that they were swimming in a sea. And it was precisely through this that they began to value the sea in which they were swimming ¬ the sea in which they have rights, the sea of their liberty, the infinite sea of their love.
And they are nothing more than fish, they have neither a cooking pot nor a comal, but they have all the waters that are made of salt.
And they say that we are not fish, each one of us is very special,
each has a soul and a spirit.
And for this reason I have a strong, strong thirst to know f it is not made of salt, in what kind of sea do you swim?]