By The River.
At the estuary of the Amazons the water is muddy and shallow
and
there are no undercover bosses, pretending to be one of the
people
who live in houses on stilts on the small islands where the
river
meets the sea, blends and loses its power; for those who
have sailed
the oceans no river is big. On the delta, of the great
river, live people
who get their income from fishing they are poor yet free
from prying
bosses those who buy the river and the sea for exploitation
and make
people into low paid worker; destitution without pride.
Every group of houses on the islands have a shop that sells
sweets,
cigarettes and Coca Cola, the fisherman smokes, children
drink cola,
America´s cultural export reaches every corner of our
cerulean orb,
Camel is a brand not an animal, Winston is a night riding
cowboy.
This means nothing
for the people here, who try to catch the Boto,
(pink river dolphin) which is rich in protein and tastes
good.
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