I sing the river, the winding rivers that fill the valleys, where the sun sleeps, a lap of moisture where the earth unfolds its treasures.

Spices of the air, fingers of smoke, we breathe the limpid light of this water, this sinuous flow, this life that it carries, this voice that it sings.

Dance with me, dance without shoes, step on the rainbow’s spiral as it leaps from leaf to leaf from trunk to branch

• Cecilia Vicuña