Reeds plug my body,
my feet, my face;
nobody is aware
that I listen silently to the water
of the rivers that speak to me.
The sound of the stones,
when rubbing against the water,
they are afternoon and moon kisses,
and early morning kisses.
One day someone told me
that the rivers never speak,
that they just continue along their course
and escape without words.
How sad I was that day
by listening to his words,
I went running to the river
for him to explain to me
why I hear him so clearly
and others do not hear anything.