The river is dark / Crowded with fallen trees / That rot the water
The river, when it hardly flows / And it is damp, slippery / All thorny and sharp bushes
The river when it pushes my mind / To some foreign childhood memory / That I cannot put my finger when
It scares me and attracts me enormously / But I cannot remember why / It smells so familiar and sad
Texto/Canción (inéditos, original en inglés): Magdalena Erbiti
Foto: Nicolás García Sáez
Especial para el taller de edición
Especial para Los Verdes Platónicos y Los Verdes Paralelos
