Puente

The clouds reflect in the river
They spread from one branch to another,
On the shore, they seduce with the cold,
They look like foam candelabras.

I lean against the Patagones canal,
Floating on the water, I look at you.
And so I went, I got lost
And I didn't see that the current
Swallowed me and took me
Towards the middle of your body.

Among bridge 56 bubbles
They detach from your hands beating,
With their light, your profile will paint
All the colors before the sunset.

Where is your forgiveness?
Should I look for it in a corner?
Where is your song?
I left it floating in the Chocón.

I will make you understand!