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Orinoco, on your banks of that timeless hour, let me as then go naked, let me enter your baptismal darkness.
Scarlet-colored Orinoco, let me immerse my hands that return to your maternity, to your flux, river of races, land of roots, your spacious murmur, your untamed sheet come whence I come, from the poor and imperious wilds, from a secret like blood, from a silent mother of clay.