Rivers

Every other day I climb the gate to the house and go down to the river.

I watch the water run through the rocks and put my head under the water.

It gently cleanses my head and my thoughts until I find the silence I have so long craved for.

I listen to the wind sweeping through the trees and the hills of Córdoba and feel the warmth of the sun rays.

“You always have nature”.

I hear his words in my head and although he is long gone, nature will at least stay with me forever.