I set off in my boat
Down upon the river
Deep calming waters
of the feathered crown

In passing now
Witness it’s wonder
Mother of cities
Ascension of Ascuncion

Drifting further down
Into the overgrown
A call to action
The sounding of stone

Following the howl
Of the Monkeys
Hidden within forests
High above the ground

Trees part before me
Revealing revelled crowd
Gathered around flames
On Dia De San Juan

We danced the Gurania
Dressed in our Nanduti
Until the river broke the bank
and gave birth to the sea