The river,
How fondly he embraces the rocks and stones,
He passes through thousands of fields,
Thousands of routes,
Thousands of woods,
Thousands of barriers,
He sets himself free from the grip of swamps and blocks,
He is the son of mountain,
He flows amorously to visit the sea at the end.
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Wayne Dyer, a very big river who was calling everyone towards the sea and he reached the sea in the end.
