Canto nacido del vientre Yuruari
Canto Pemon
Canto Guahibo
Canto Yekuana
Canto de todas las voces de la profunda selva.
Olor a balatá, a sarrapia, a sangre vertida en la corriente del profundo Guainía.
Tu vas errante, te protegen las sombras de milenarios árboles, con hojas tan amplias, que ni un solo rayo de sol toca su majestuoso pedestal.
Orantes hombres de broncineos torsos, con rostros marcados por el púrpura achiote, cruzan en curiarias tu ondulante cauce, la pluma del yacabó hundida en la cabellera, la flecha enhiesta, el azabache ojo otea la selva, el tiempo en silencio espera el grito del ave vencida.
Miles de cauces abrazan tu paso, a tu lado viaja el milenario Cuyuni, el legendario Guaviare, ahí están, ahí desembocan en tu lecho para viajar contigo, para ver tu andariego mundo, cargado de intensa luz y de deslumbrante rumbo que guarda todos los secretos de la selva virgen.
Tu andar es un misterio que desde el profundo Meta surca los caminos de oleajes amarillos, la leyenda diamantina de auriferas selvas, se ha tragado la voz del extraño aventurero.
Tantos en tu seno han buscado el dorado de fulgurante luz, tantos se han quedado truncos, orates sin destino, ciegos de miedo y poseídos de todos los espíritus que pueblan tu cauce, disvariante de tiempo.
Todos ven tu paso lento, soberbio y milenario, cargado de tiempos, sembrado de todos los cantos que son simiente fresca para la tierra inmensa.
Canto nacido del vientre Yuruari.
Canto Pemon
Canto Guahibo
Canto Yekuana.
Hermano Sol. Hermana Luna.
Song born of the Yuruari womb
Pemon song
Guahibo song
Yekuana song
Song of all the voices of the deep jungle.
Smell of balatá, of sarrapia, of blood poured in the current of the deep Guainía.
You go wandering, you are protected by the shadows of millenary trees, with leaves so wide that not a single ray of sunlight touches their majestic pedestal.
Praying men of bronzed torsos, with faces marked by the purple achiote, cross in curiarias your undulating riverbed, the feather of the yacabó sunk in the hair, the arrow standing tall, the jet eye watches the jungle, the time in silence waits for the cry of the defeated bird.
Thousands of streams embrace your step, at your side travels the millenary Cuyuni, the legendary Guaviare, there they are, there they flow into your bed to travel with you, to see your wandering world, full of intense light and dazzling course that keeps all the secrets of the virgin forest.
Your walk is a mystery that from the deep Meta furrows the paths of yellow waves, the diamond legend of auriferous jungles, has swallowed the voice of the strange adventurer.
So many in your bosom have sought the golden of dazzling light, so many have been left truncated, orates without destiny, blind with fear and possessed by all the spirits that populate your channel, disvariant of time.
All see your slow, superb and millenary step, loaded with times, sown with all the songs that are fresh seed for the immense earth.
Song born from the Yuruari womb.
Pemon song
Guahibo song
Yekuana song.
Brother Sun. Sister Moon.
