From the high banks
I leant forward to watch it
and the river
that from the middle of the mountain
to the valley
quietly came down,
upon catching sight of me
greeted me happily.
“Run, Mister river,
because today I will catch you.”
And I ran, ran
chasing the waves
and the amused animals
crowded around its edges.
The sea was waiting
for the champion of the day.
“Do run, Mister river,
but I'll be the first to arrive.”
The sun watched
calling the clouds
to give me a little shade,
the wind blew
to refresh me
and the river itself,
that loved me,
sprinkled water
on its rocks
which would fall upon me.
A boy and a river
that playfully fought with each other
and then stopped at the seaside
to rest
till the evening.
From the high banks
now I lean forward to watch it.
“We have grown old,
Mister river.
Your water is *****
and everything around you
has changed.
I'm no longer that boy
and within me
there are many wounds.”
Along the river
now I walk
and it greets me happily,
then I stop
and it watches me

till the evening.

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