caught out in the rain

I don't know what you think about me, but I say

with my hand on my fountain that I'm a river.

So please, beautifully, come to my riparian valley.

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Wash your eyes in my water, so you can see me

and to see yourself how handsome you are with

your timid reflection mirrored inside my stream.

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Look at me and let me those drops that know

how to dance an impeccable waltz with the time,

one that reinvents your face in my liquid mirror.

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For being a river, I ask you to seat on my stones

and to listen to about how and who sings to you.

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Walk with your dry soles in my water, as everyone

to believe me, when I'm talking about how perfect

is your silhouette but ignores me, cos I don't know

if I really want you to swim in me, for I'm so afraid.

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I'm too afraid I'll stop myself from my own course.

So better you taste my water, so I can flow, gently,

in you, and, with your will, me to become your font.

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I don't know what you think about me, but I say

with my hand on your fountain, that I am a river.

So please be nice. If you think of leaving me, it's ok.

Do it. You're already caught out in the rain with me.