THE

1 RIVER and
JAVIER HERAUD
at night tremulous lovers
I am a river, They rest their eyes on mine,
I'm going down and sink their arms
the wide stones, in the dark clarity
I'm going down of my ghostly waters.
the hard rocks,
along the path 3
drawn by him
wind. I am the river.
There are trees to me But sometimes I am
around shaded Bravo
because of the rain. and
I am a river, strong
lower and lower but sometimes
fiercely, I don't respect even
more violently life or
low death.
every time a I go down
bridge reflects me rushed waterfalls,
in their arches. down with fury and with
resentment,
2 hit against the
stones more and more,
I am a river I make them one
a river to pieces
a river endless
crystalline in the Animals
tomorrow. they flee,
Sometimes I'm they flee fleeing
tender and when I overflow
kind. I by the fields,
I slide gently when I sow
through the fertile valleys, small stones
I drink thousands of times slopes,
to cattle, to docile people. when
The children come up to me flood
day, the houses and pastures,
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flood
the doors and their I am a river.
hearts, I am the river
the bodies and eternal of the
their bliss. I already feel
hearts. the nearby breezes,
I already feel the wind
on my cheeks,
and my journey through
4 of mountains, rivers,
lakes and meadows
And this is when it becomes endless.
the more I rush
When can I arrive
to
The hearts, 6
When I can
catch them by the I am the river that travels on the banks,
blood, dry tree or stone
When I can I am the river that travels on the banks,
look at them from open door or heart
inside. I am the river that travels through the
and my fury pastures,
becomes peaceful, cut flower or rose
and I return I am the river that travels through the
tree, streets,
and I stagnate wet earth or sky
like a tree, I am the river that travels through the
and I silence mountains,
like a stone, burnt rock or salt
and I shut up like a I am the river that travels through the
thornless rose. houses,
hanging table or chair
I am the river that travels within men,
tree fruit
stone rose
heart table
 heart and door oceans,
returned, I mix my
clean waters with their
7 muddy waters,
that I will have to
I am the river that sings silence my song
at noon and at bright,
men, that I will have to silence
who sings before his my furious screams
graves, dawn of every day,
he who turns his face to clear my eyes
before the sacred channels. with the sea
The day will come,
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and in the immense seas
I am the nightfall river. I will no longer see my fields
I'm already down the slings fertile,
ravines, I won't see my trees
for the unknown towns green,
forgotten, my close wind,
through the cities my clear sky,
crowded with public my dark lake,
in the showcases. my sun,
I am the river my clouds,
I'm already going through the meadows, I won't see anything,
there are trees around me nothing,
covered in pigeons, only the
the trees sing with blue sky,
the river, immense,
the trees sing and
with my bird heart, everything will dissolve into
the rivers sing with me a plain of water,
arms. where one more song or poem
They will only be small rivers that flow,
9 mighty rivers that come down to join
together
Arrive on time in my new luminous waters,
in which I will have to in my new
flow into the
waters
off.