River of camalotes
Matias Neiff
if I say green
that you do not think about the camalote
and if I say water
What do not you imagine the Parana
December rips it off and unties its knot
with the mother jungle
and with the water comes
the cutting time and the Yarará
to your uncertainty
slow lizard
black roots
hunger is turned on
the heavy air and the flood
that does not stop
your slow march
rubo for the sea
it's so similar
to our delirium to loneliness
let the wind push you
my thought or the temporary
off the shore
your clique
camalotal
the river that cradles you
puts his tongue in the hamlet
under your plain
he plays the golden one hiding
silent army
water belly
mud legs
leaf mummy
green the waters of the invader
Do not stop your slow march
course for the sea
It is so similar to our delirium
in the loneliness
let the wind push you
my thought
or the temporary
off the shore
your clique
camalotal
off the shore
your clique
camalotal
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