The story of the river and the duel

Where I looked Don't look at it anymore So I surrendered to a woman-river Hemlock juice across the river blue I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings Let's go through the umbilical cord of the sea And want back on the other side Yet in the chest of this duel The morning stars shine Two beaches in one horizon On the beach of waiting silence Crying dreams of dawn looking for another beach.