Olimar

Olimar, celestial vein
of the black pulse of the earth.

You are the light, the clear light
of the gaze of the heavens.

Olimar, your good sand
is the time of your path.

You are the voice, blue song
that was born in sad early mornings.

Olimar, when the guitars
of the rain sing to you.

You are the path of the songs
that return from the sky.

Olimar, even in silence,
your colors have verses.

You are destiny, water that dreams
in love with thrushes.

Olimar, I will not be here
and you will walk through the mountains.

You are a god, I believe in you,
traveler who never dies.

Olimar, take me,
take me Olimar,
tell me, blue river,
of your silent existence.

Olimar...