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

https://riistas.wordpress.com/2024/03/01/orinoco-river/

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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