Riozinho

My little river, liquid arm of the fields
Surrounded by cliffs, eroded by the years
Dragging dead leaves and longings
Sunset of many afternoons, illusions and disappointments

Crossing flat valleys and marshes
Drinking troughs of sparrows, field mirror of moonlight
Its route has no return, only departure
To end its life in the blue vastness of the sea

Dear little river, our waters are the same
I also have a river of sorrows running inside me
Crossing dry fields and deserts in the soul
Seeing the ocean of my end closer each time

Dear little river, you were born by the hill
A water thread from a spring that grew so slowly
Bordering forests, branches, reeds, and flowers
Multicolored birds followed your flow

Dear little river, how many times have you witnessed
Waves from those who left, encounters of those who arrived
You were a witness to many vows of love
How many tears of pain did your waters carry

Dear little river, on the sand of the pool
Animals come to quench their thirst in their rest
Butterflies gather on its banks
And then happily fly in the vastness of green fields

The breeze ruffles your boyish face
Like the most tender and divine kiss from Mother Nature
Beautiful landscapes, colorful dawns
Encounters and farewells follow your flow