176. ARAWAK IN THE CARIBBEAN

176 176 Arawak in the Caribbean (794-808) Howling and arcane songs, translucent crackles, of playful currents combing their hair of whispering nights and darkness.

In the smoking butts of the sun and greenery. They cross the jungles of dried logs, in mangroves extract of asiladas and light packs there a ramada, here a spell, That some clear season. Undaunted by margins and silhouettes that cross him From side to side. On the other side that I don't know knows Scrutinize nothing, nothing but the blue sky in the pointed fabric of the grove.

Besieged. To be here or there, besieged. Through a mangrove swamp and a hot coral, that from the bottom strange and humid evaporate us. And a lighted void with a black hole of spells with alligators, palm trees, turtles, monkeys and orchids. To be ecstatic, to be enchanted, to be besieged. For a green sea that tears you on cliffs the belly

Announcement of a creature that awaits you undaunted between smiles and drums And when he sees you with four eyes spreads in its waves Out to sea. Could it be you, shipwrecked? That they sent you and you already have a sign. With some anxieties like the welcome foreign today; Some mountain range, some bay In which boredom ran aground; or ecstatic feelings ... who wanted to burn green, blue, and depth, That never fell down to feel, and that they chose you estrangement.

Maybe that's what holds you back And it won't let you escape To chase some other infinity. The arrow with the look After the downpour Glad not to run after the shot Fallen among the swamps.