A Terceira Margem do Rio

Hollow of wood that says: I am wood, edge
Good, gives ford, triztriz, precise scratch
Halfway the river laughs, silent, serious
Our father doesn't say, says: scratch third
Water of the word, silent water, pure
Water of the word, water of hard rose
Bow of the word, hard silence, our father
Bank of the word between the two dark
Banks of the word, clearing, ripe light
Rose of the word, pure silence, our father
Halfway the river laughs through the trees of life
The river laughed, laughs under the line of the canoe
The river saw, I saw and no one ever heard
The river, heard, heard the voice of the waters
Wing of the word, wing now still
House of the word, where silence resides
Ember of the word, the clear hour, our father
Hour of the word, when nothing is said
Outside the word, when more inside emerges
Log of the word, river, huge wood, our father