In the blue and green landscape, around Iguaçu, where, when day is prepared, With two-hundred and forty-waterfalls, stillness never glides without sound, Blueness, from the rising sun, to sunset, There is a cry, as of the longing soul in the landscape.
The long, inconsolable rumble of isolation And wetness of the wide rapid-like falls- Startles the traveler, with a sound so drear- As if the world is being flooded-a blue day, Like the dark days of war, in grim rainy weather.
My heart stands still and listens, crosses itself and whispers: Two-hundred and sixty degrees of waterfalls, And then the Devil's Throat!...
Yes it ponders: grander than Nigeria, or Victoria, I know them well; here- 400, 000-gallons of Water per second that cries from heaven...
! As one wanders, around this canyon like falls, For human understanding, perhaps prayer He becomes baptized within God's footprint! Poem: 2667/3-17-2010 Note: the Poet has been to Iguaçu two times Note: The waterfall system consists of 275 falls along 2.
7 kilometers (1.
67 miles) of the Iguaçu River.
Position is at latitude (DMS): 25° 40' 60 S, longitude (DMS): 54° 25' 60 W.
Some of the individual falls are up to 82 meters (269 ft) in height, though the majority is about 64 meters (210 ft).
The Devil's Throat, U-shaped, is 82-meters-high, 150-meter-wide and 700-meter-long (490 by 2300 feet) cataract, is the most impressive of all the falls, and marks the border between Argentina and Brazil.
Two thirds of the falls are within Argentine territory.