Pescador y Guitarrero

Fisherman of the Paraná
waiting for bites of dreams
while the river carries away
your guitarist pulse.

I have seen you at dawn
with bait and tackle
and a whistle between your lips
that follows you like a dog.

The water girl has
hair of scales
and a tear that wets
the braid of her legend
life is also a river
that keeps hitting the stone
the water girl has
hair of scales.

Your fishing guitar
has the channel of your sorrows
and there's a hook stuck
in its wooden mouth.

Fisherman and guitarist
time is like a dorado
that slips through our fingers
when we least expect it.

The water girl has
hair of scales
and a tear that wets
the braid of her legend
life is also a river
that keeps hitting the stone
the water girl has
hair of scales.

Guitarist and fisherman...