Garzas Viajeras
Anibal Sampayo
Traveling Herons
Traveling herons
Light brides of the blue
Heading north
Splashing through the sky
And here my river
Mirror shows their flight
As if it were a handkerchief
That January is washing
There's a little boat
Rocking ceaselessly
Several girls
Sailing for pleasure
And there in the distance
Fishermen's canoe
Are signs of sorrows
What a different sunset
Look, neighbor
I nest among the reeds
Come if you like
To share needs
Life of the poor
Is sustained by hope
Bending their backs
So others bend their goods
Flag in the sun
The blond canvas of the wheat field
Sways gently
In waves of gold and upon return
Gray pigeons
In the river
Before seeking their nests
Go to drink from its course
There's a party up there
Over
