The river is high then it is low. Whenever I look at her, she never looks the same. The sea is not far. That’s what I am saying to myself when I see the river moving this way. They keep throwing stuff into the river. When the river is low, you can see a bike or any unlikely thing that has nothing to do in a river. I wonder what kind of stuff they would not throw into the river. There are lots of buoys near the river just incase they would throw someone into the river. Just in case anyone would just jump into the river. Anyone walking in the street could stop, throw the buoy and shout “Catch it! I said catch it! Life is not over! Your time has not come today! Catch it!”
When summer is here with its first ray of sun, everybody is in the street. Hot, some guys walking shirtless. Young people are jumping into the water. They are swimming in the river. They know they keep throwing stuffs into the river but they don’t care. When summer is here, it is time to play. Jump into the river, laugh and dream even with the eyes open wide. Let the water caress the skin and dream. Let the body think he is far. He is under the water, hiding from the hot sun. Protecting the skin from the burning sun.
The river is playing too. She is flowing-running towards the ocean. I am looking her running away and I can hear the mermaid singing from a long way. “If we have the sun, when we are looking up and the color of honey on our skin. If we have the sea in our eyes, a bitter sweet taste in our mouth. If there was what we see in our dreams in the earth, if there was what we need to become better…“