Three Frontiers

Nights of singular concerts,
  of animals that you cannot decipher,
  while they expose your vulnerability,
Place without country, of frontiers
  that do not exist,
  for the dolphins that swim
  without a passport, and
This river, uncontrollable
  dictating life,
  and meanwhile, from it, emerges
Water of waters, and green of greens
  all grows, and nothing stops, in the immense tranquility
  of surviving the night
  and loving the days,
Of lianas rocked by fast sloths,
  and other ironies of the amazon,
  that laughs, at our way
  of fearing.