Río De Camalotes

If I say green
Do you not think
Of the water hyacinth
And if I say water
You do not imagine the Paraná
December starts it
Unleashes its knot with the honeysuckle
And with it comes the water
The north wind and the pit viper
And to its uncertainty
Slow lizard, black roots
Hunger sticks to it
The heavy air and the flood

Don't stop
Your slow march towards the sea
It is so similar
To our delirium, to loneliness
May the wind push you
My thoughts or the storm
Away from the shore
Your clique, water hyacinth

The river that cradles you
Puts its tongue in the settlement
Under your plain
The dorado plays, hiding
Silent army
Water belly, mud legs
Monstrosities of leaves
Green the waters of the invader.