TALE, the child and the river

Road, road that you arrive long…

-from the mountains to the river…

Tomorrow, what will happen?...if you wouldn’t cross the river.

-the thin hair’s child…he sings the pity, at the river.

-the sad eyes’s little girl…she leaves her pity into the river.

-thousands colors’s pebbles, landslides go down through the river…

-little shells and little fishes.

green rushes sway into the river.

-river, river…. Tomorrow, what will happen?...

and if I don’t cross your river?

-listen, river!

-Make me a long bridge, long with little river’s stones.

color’s butterflys, they flutter into the river.

and, the reflected moon goes down through the river.

-already, in the other bank, the child…without pity smiles to the river/

 

IMarian (August 2011) poeme d.reserv.