Capitolo 89
you cultivate you/he/she should be equitable again, while sadly listening, in the meantime to whine
of those that the wild waves destroyed and they threw in the angry sea,
and what soon it came being floating down, pale and cold, to the Spirits'
pleasant house; then they cried compassionate torn wounds above of the lifeless forms,
and it placed them in calm graves, where flowers bloomed, and jewels
shone in the sand.
This was only Ripple pain, and she often thought about those that
they grieved for their friends loved what time he/she slept down far in the weak one
and coral and silent caverns, and gladly it is able her you/he/she has saved the lives
of those that placed around her; but the great ocean was far mightier than
all the Spirits from the tender heart that you/they indulge in his/her breast. This way she was able
only cry for them, and I set down them to sleep where no cruel waves
you/he/she could damage them more.
One day, when a terrible storm got mad far and wide, and the saw of Spirits
great billows that roll above as heavy clouds their heads, and it felt
the wild winds that play far street, down through the waves that foam
a small child came being floating to their house; its eyes were closed as if
in sleep, long hair fell as circle of sea-weed its pale face, cold,
and the small hands still hooked the hulls that they was gathering
on the beach, when the great waves swept him/it in the shaken sea.
With torn wounds of tender the Spirits buried the small form on his
bed of flowers, and, singing mournful songs, as whether to make his/her sleep
calmer and deep, it looked from very and lovingly above of him, you cultivate the storm
it was dead away, and everybody was again still.
While Ripple sang above of the small child, through the distant roar
of winds and waves she felt a wild, voice grieving himself/herself/itself to which is seemed
you send to call help. Long she listened, while to think was him/it but the echo of
their his/her own song complaining, but tall above some music still played