Riozinho

My little river, liquid arm of the fields
Flanked by eroded banks over the years
Dragging dead leaves and memories
Sunset of many afternoons, illusions and disappointments
Crossing valleys, plateaus, and marshes
Drinking troughs for sparrows, white mirror of moonlight
Its route has no return, only departure
To end its life in the blue vastness of the sea

Little river friend, our waters are the same
I also have a river of sorrow running inside me
Crossing dry and desert fields in the soul
Seeing the ocean of my end closer each time

Little river friend, 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

Little river friend, how many times have you witnessed
Farewells of those who left, meetings of those who arrived
You were a witness to many vows of love
How many tears of pain did your waters carry

My little river on the sand of the backwater
Animals resting by it, coming to quench their thirst
Butterflies gather on its banks
And then happily fly in the vastness of green fields
The breeze ruffles its boyish face
Like the most tender and divine kiss from Mother Nature
Beautiful landscapes, colorful dawns
Encounters and farewells follow your flow