Río de Camalotes
Mario Corradini
River of Water Hyacinths
If I say green
Don't you think of the water hyacinth
And if I say water
You don't imagine the Paraná
December starts it
Unleashes its knot with the mother jungle
And with it comes the water
The heavy air and the pit viper
And to your multitude
Slow lizard, black roots
Hunger sticks to it
The heavy air and the flood
May your slow march not stop
Heading for the sea
It is so similar to our delirium
To loneliness
May the wind push you, my thought
Or the storm
Your clique outside the shore
Water hyacinth
The river that cradles you
Puts its tongue in the village
Under your plain
The dorado plays hiding
Silent army
Water belly, mud legs
Massive heap of green leaves
The weapons of the invader
