Remontando Los Ríos
Daniel Viglietti
Rising Up the Rivers
I close my eyes,
rivers flow across my face.
The eyes are the rivers,
they are the eyes.
Who sings,
who laughs,
who shouts,
who cries,
the rivers break free,
from my eyes flies
a little boat, joyful.
Goodbye bouquet, little bunch,
all the water is for you,
rising up the rivers.
