En El Río de la Música
Flying chevrons position across the
broadening sky;
Scattered markings center and circle
Gathering to pursue warmer horizons
As the day’s length relents its place
And a sentimental heart steadies for the long farewell
The waves of uncertainty cannot foretell
Whether the ships of fortune might sink or rise
Above the whims of misfortune
One can hear only the songs of the rivers
Playing upon seas of time and on the long good bye.
En el río de la música no hay
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