I was better off in my hammock, at the heart of the Amazon,
That rue Saint Marc, or rue Jules Guesde, without flames
My only enemies were mosquitoes and pirhanas,
Not the bakers, the students or the vanitous drunk,
I was better thinking of couroupitas or guaranas, (1)
In my hammock at the heart of the great Amazon, sleeping
I had seen the banana sellers, simple people like me,
Not journalists, principals or pretentious factors,
I was better in my hammock at the heart of the Amazon,
Everything was silent as in a transparent cathedral
Two or three friends were sleeping by my side in the jungle,
We could dream of black caracaras, aracaris blues,(2)
(1) these are plants from the Amazon
(2) these are birds from the Amazon
Categories:
caracaras, adventure, environment, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
There were once three Caracaras; who sought water of a carafe.
The first thought to use it to bathe a big giraffe,
but found the vessel very small for indeed the giraffe was so very tall.
The second thought to use the water to brew a giant wild game stew,
but alas there was not enough; so with this task he was through~
the third bird was dying of thirst and sought of but three drops…
Alas, the water in the carafe had evaporated holding less than one mere drop…
The bird became distraught and sucked upon some rocks.
However, she held the carafe for it began to rain and
she would soon gain her fill of more than a mere drop.
Moral: A little patience goes a long way when one works with what you’ve got ;-)
Categories:
caracaras, animals, introspection, life, native
Form: Free verse