Orinoco
Comes from afar
smelling of the jungle
Painted with feathers
of a thousand colors
Heaven is first
in combing their clouds
in the sweet mirror
of its crystalline waters
It’s from deep
that their dark worlds
of sand and silt
intertwine with the surface
In which the whirlpools spin
like water pulsars
next to the banished objects
that succumbed
to the winter rains
It is true that he runs fast
but it also stays
fixed on hypnosis
of its current
To allow
that the Waraos
open with their oars
the hidden locks
of its imposing flow
Edgar Bueno
March-1-2024
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Taken from the book
The Third Phrase From The Sun
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BN4TLJK7/
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Other books by Edgar
The book of animals and parks of Venezuela
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0986LSYN7
The Book of Edgar
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MJFGZG4
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