dissabte, 29 d’agost del 2009

Okovango


I jumped into the river just to be with the flow,just to see where it took me,where my mind used to go,when its estuary would lay and its meanders may turn.

The tributaries got shaped, their faces got clearer while its source was away, the waterfalls broke my ribs,and the reservoirs dried the current.

I drowned in the river,was close to suffocate,the water was low,till I reached the wadi and I couldn't breath, the river became a stream, a stream of thoughts twisting out of control.

I looked up, then looked down again, I drank, my lungs were filled with liquids, the level rose sharply and there came the flood.

I jumped into the river and its headward erosions took me home.

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