Perhaps love makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments?
That is why I write -- to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.
So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. Only then - in the words of one of the saints - will the water extinguish what the flames have written."
-words from a book by Paulo Coelho,
my favorite author
Now, my story...
There I was.
Lamenting in my own River Piedra
Mourning for the transformation
of love into loss,
of hope into aridity,
of magic into illusion,
and of tears into stone.
"All love stories are the same."
I, too, have written my tale.
I, too, have let my tears run me dry.
Let the poignant remnants of reminiscences be carried away by the current.
Let the water cleanse me of the hurt, pain and regret.
For by the River Piedra,
Solitude is my salvation.
Truth is my comfort.
Tranquility is my peace...
By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept..