Anoche Fue La Orquestra

Little Cocuyito,
come to the light of your brothers
-child's invocation-

Last night was the orchestra
saying goodbye to the river,
the wildlife and the forest
of my little town.
The living mixed
with the old ghosts.
The trees cried
their natural reflection.
Little Cocuyito,
blinking from thirst.

Last night a downpour
came to kiss the wound
where stars slept
when life was flowing.
On the verge of being alive,
transparent beings hovered,
spirits and shadows,
despite the people
who grew and forgot
the gift of gratitude.

Last night was the orchestra
and, while it rained,
the moon laughed
dreaming once more.

Last night was the orchestra
of nature
to wake the nap,
to spark heads
with childhood lightning
and the moisture of youth.

Spell
of resemblance,
spell
like the dew.

Spell
of hope,
spell
for my river.