Masses more peaceful walk on the waves innumerable lights. The velelos light when night its nacelles, the triumphant boast Beroes be as flames: but no light as splendid as that of our jellyfish. Is it just pure physical effect, as the wind makes fire injected salps? Is it an act of aspiration, as they assume other beings? Or is it just a whim, and among many critters having fun with the sparks of a vain or fickle joy? No, the noble and delicious jelly (such as Ocean and the lovely Dionne crowned), seem to express serious ideas. Below them their bright hair, resembling a dark night lamp, throw mysterious rays of emerald and other colors, pale or glittering, show a certain mystery and inexplicable feeling. It would seem the spirit of their secrets deep meditation, the soul or the coming one day to live. Or do we see in it the melancholy impossible dream of a destination that never reach the desired end? Or the call to the happiness of love, the only consolation in this world we have?

It is known that, in the land, that fire is for our lucioles the signal, the deClarisation of the lover who makes himself known, said his home and betrays itself. Do you have the same sense among the jellyfish? Is ignored. The good news is pouring together their calls and their lives. The sap fertile and reproductive under them, are contained in it, and to each flash and reduces leaks.

If you want to intensify the cruel entertainment that fairy tale, no more than expose them to heat. Then exasperated, sparkle and become so beautiful, so beautiful … everything he says. Llama, love and life just evaporate, everything disappears at once.