Pra Ña Gerónima, poetisa mbareté

ÿ rembere ou pe i ñe e
ÿvÿtu pukavÿ icha
o hÿpÿi o uvo ñahati pÿpore
i katu ñande hupitÿ
haete petei mitä
ñande añuava
pÿtu mboÿve
michi michi
masakaragüaícha
ha ñande apÿsape ojehaitÿpo
pe i purahei

it´s coming
it´s coming from the river
from the open lips of the water
i hear
you there
and your words
like a smile of the wind
splash the traces of the dragonfly
maybe some drops can cacht us
like a child´s embrace
before the dark fall
small small
like masakaraguaí song
deep deep
making a nest in your ears.