The Mamoré is a large river in Bolivia and Brazil, which unites with the Beni to form the Madeira, one of the largest tributaries of the Amazon. It rises on the northern slope of the Sierra de Cochabamba, east of the city of Cochabamba, and is known as the Chimoré down to its junction with the Chapare. Its larger tributaries are the Chapare, Secure, Apere, and Yacuma from the west, and the Ichilo, Guapay, Ivari, Manique, and Guapore from the east. Taking into account its length only, the Guapay should be considered the upper part of the Mamore; but it is shallow and obstructed, and carries a much smaller volume of water. The Guapore also rivals the Mamore in length and volume, having its source in the Parecis plateau, Mato Grosso, Brazil, a few miles from streams flowing north-ward to the Tapajos and Amazon, and southward to the Paraguay and Paraná rivers. The Mamore is interrupted by rapids a few miles above its junction with the Beni, but a railway 300 km long has been undertaken from below the rapids of the Madeira. Above the rapids the river is navigable to Chimore, at the foot of the sierra, and most of its tributaries are navigable for long distances. In 1874, Franz Keller gave the outflow of the Mamoré at mean water level, and not including the Guapore, as 41,459 cm3/sec (2,530 cub. in. per second), and the area of its drainage basin, also not including the Guapore, as 24,299 km2 (9,382 square miles).
Slipping between us, the ghost and the mourning
Prayers spent on finding, a reason to stay
Painful and aching, the balance is breaking
So many words, I don't know what to say
Our planets break orbit like paper and water
Delicate dancing on the edge of her lips
Something unsettled, and something remembered
Something forgiven, keeps silent within
She turns to me with tears in her eyes
As if she doesn't see the tempest inside
And our hearts are beating, but no one is breathing
A small thing I think, so close to the end
The clock is ticking, time is escaping...
I know I must be standing on my own
And something sacred, it could be dying... I know
And I stare with headlights now approaching
Blankets of sadness, bound up and cover, happiness lost.
I must have buried here
Inside I'm reaching, inside I'm pleading.
I can't be losing everything
That I remember...
Oh Memorare
Oh Memorare...
Kisses left longing, somewhere behind us
Asking for comfort, like cats in between
This new regretting, how foolish the choices
That once seemed so meaningful, so sturdy and sane
Seconds in silence, last half of forever
Searching for glimpses lovers embraced
How close and how distant, we stand to each other
Knowing that nothing here can ever be replaced
Oh Memorare
Oh Memorare