El respiro
de la Selva.
RIOS VOLADORES
*THE FLYING RIVERS
This piece is a tribute to the breath of the rainforest, to the water that flows through the sky, and to what we lose when we stop listening to it. Because when the water stops moving, life either moves away… or fades altogether.
PREMIER
26.10.2025
Valencia , España
ENAGUAS RESONANTES
Ágora Iberoamericana de compositor∀s
The flying rivers, those invisible streams of vapor born in the Amazon rainforest, have for centuries been a hidden link between sky and earth, between the breath of the forest and the life giving rain.
From deep within the jungle, they travel quietly through the air, watering the Andes and nourishing distant landscapes without ever being seen. But when that sacred cycle is broken, deep and silent shifts begin to unfold. The forest falls quiet, ecosystems vanish, and communities are forced to move.
THE FLYING RIVERS
Piece for percussion ensemble.
Ensamble SOXXI
Duration: approximately ten minute
Video by Gemán Gabriel Garcia
THE PIECE.
SCENES.
I. Where the unseen is born | The forest breathes
II. The river rises | Clouds among the leaves
Poem: Yû yeripûna añuro Tuñeñari
III. The river flies | The sky breaks open
IV. The water moves away | The people walk
V. An invisible cry | The forest resists
VI. A single drop falls | The forest listens
POEM.
Yû yeripûna añuro Tuñeñari
Wa kuaricu-yû paj-iro ojco nirôpu
Topû añuro baja, nicorikuyû
Dabukuri, ni petira dorika nija
Wa kuaricu-yû, ojco hume biro
Doya ojco jinnia, majkandûkuye ojcoye
añuro mû nijori
Wadejera anô duicori wadejeko, ja majirijere
Jamù-bàra paû barique nirôpû.
Wa kuaricu-yû, ojco hume yavi nirôpû.
Yû, yeripuna añûro tûoña, nijorikù
Dia niropu warigája yeripuna anûro to tuñeñari, yûpajco co niropû, co bajaropù.
Yû kerijerè añûro kotegûda. Yû yeripuna bajerikû ni
Yû diatìregaja ajcaboritigaja
Yû yeripûna añuro tûñeñari.
*Bará
I go forever to the place where the rain falls,
Where I dance and feel at peace.
A gathering where people came from every direction.
I go forever like water and smoke.
Come drink water from the forest and you will never be thirsty.
Come share knowledge as we sit together.
Come eat where there is abundance.
I go forever into the clouds, where my home awaits.
Where the heart beats with freedom.
I want to go to a river where my heart feels joy, where my mother sings.
I take good care of my dreams, my heart is held in prayer.
So it never falls ill from forgetting.
Where my heart can rest.
Written by:
Gladis Acevedo, Representative of the Barasana people
William Leyton, Director of Último Bosque
*English
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