Jungle

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Oh mother jungle! Despite the
nights of hopelessness
teach him the dangers of your body
to the children of darkness
So your hair gives us its fruits
we have to be wary of your clear eyes
I will teach to take care of your virtues
The city has the sound of a violin
You enjoy the fine and soft sound of love!

I won't ask you to fight the stalking
of the lady with the scythe
stabbing killer predator
The flame that lives in you
she looks at me terrified
Slowly your indomitable skin burns!

A herd of wild unicorns
they want to tame the bravest gladiators
while flames rumble over your body
Fire of indecipherable mysteries
like the why of the missions

We do not know nor do we want to know
the answers that give meaning to life
If you keep losing your beauty
the mold will be empty and desolate
filling the socket of his eyes with sadness
If there is no burning fire in the heart
It wouldn't make sense to sing to you: Amazon River!

Oh, Amazon: luminous bliss!
Firefly that you welcome with misty virtue
shooting star showers
On the magic of your green carpet
you keep hope like any macaw
for those who arrive without omen
but with pockets full of wind