The River Flow
By the river
It was spring
We were walking by the river
Lost in emotions.
And in pure tears of joy.
As the water floating
Above the river
And the air
Occupying the space,
We were floating among the trees.
In an open sea of
Green waters.
We were floating in
The tenderness of sweet gestures
That touches and smells
Can’t describe.
With feelings emerging, submerging
As waves in the water.
With caring sensations
In the scenery by the river.
And the river flow accompanying us
As we looked at it.
But nobody else had seen that river
Other than us.
In the Middle
Cows running in the landscape,
Ducks in the lake,
Chicks along with their mothers.
Horses relaxing with the natural wind,
Ants creating their entire empire under the ground,
Birds flying to foreign lands.
And we the people admiring the empty but fulfilled landscape.
We, the community in the middle.
In the middle of nowhere.
And the only music we could listen to was that sound of the animals.
And the sound of thunderstorms, of heavy winds, waterfalls.
That was our rhythm day and night.
And that was our community.
In the middle.
The Waters
They were one of the only families in town.
The legend says that they came from somewhere
Where two big rivers flow in harmony.
But nobody really knows that.
And at the end in the community we’re all the same family.
We all have the same roots, traditions, values.
And it was the same with the Waters.
I recall the first day I met them.
They were 6 back then.
And we were there to visit the 7th of their family,
He was called Nile.
The oldest one was Yangtsé.
Nile was still little while growing up in town.
After 10 years, his family decided to buy another farm.
In a town far away.
So they moved to a place where nobody knows.
It’s far away.
Something I remember about the Waters was
That the mother was weirdly beautiful
And the father was one of the main farmers
Across the whole region. Typically.
And when Nile was born, he had those big blue eyes.
Yangtsé and the others had bright brown eyes.
Nile was like one of those people you see
With a huge free-will and inspiration.
Yangtsé and the others were more like a wild wide range
Of emotions restrained within their mind containers,
After being shipped to unknown familiar places.
The Nile
After Nile’s understood his ideas
He transported his own mind containers
To a ship in another kind of waters.
The waters where he was were not as calm as the river in
The community we all used to live in.
After all, his waters were different.
He then joined himself and his mind containers in an infinite ocean.
Of bright salt like the color of the pink lights and the flamingos.
Swimming as a fish,
In an enormous amount of water,
He became himself, and some said he’s now the Nile.
Not just one of the Waters.
And is still in waters far away where nobody knows, nobody goes, and
Where not everybody can see, feel and understand the colors
of water.
And the true waters of this world outside us.
And inside our own waters.