O Menino e o Rio
Márcio de Camillo
The Boy and the River
The body of the river turns silver
When the Moon opens up
Birds from the bushes like
Me and guava
A frog blessed me
With hands in the water
With dew threads
Spiders weave the dawn
It was the boy and the little animals
It was the boy and the Sun
The boy and the river
It was the boy and the trees
I grew up playing on the ground
Among ants
My backyard is bigger
Than the world
Inside our house
Ran an invented river
Everything I don't invent
Is false
