Waters flowing down
looking for the promised sea
arriving
to their ría delighted
they blend together
sweet and salty
bitter and sharp
they are told by…
black trees up there
fire and hell
smoke and blackness
and black below
desolation and death
tied with faint threads
of abject poverty full
faint?
never, they say
more, they say
we shout
now…
still astonished
dropping joy tears
they go back to their origins
upstream
they have to tell them
about the beauty of their ría
to the reflected clouds
to the trees in the riverside
and to the ones who have all senses
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Dedicada al hombre que paseaba por el Lérez
“es bueno regresar a los orígenes”
corrected by AiYiYi
Spanish version
Spanish version
///Post 137 INT 0018/080309 - Waters flowing up
///photo: Río Lérez bridge (Pontevedra)
///music: El Moldava - Smetana
Maybe Smetana made this music for your post :)... I wish no more black for our waters, no more nightmares for them and for us. Muac!
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