THE BRIDGE
And this insignificant movement brought her again from
her dream to life. She sensed around her the echo of her
movements, her presence, her participation, and she felt
herself mixing with the fresh sound of the water, with
the thirst of the sun-burnt up soil,
with the sugary fragrance of the carnations,
with the light of the garden lightbulb and the stars,
with the shades of the trees. She also felt
that her consciousness and movements
were the expression and act of all these. She smiled
again. She stood up. She remained standing. She crossed
her arms, listening to the splashing of the running water,
upright, beautiful, modest and proud like a perpendicular
bridge between earth and sky and vice versa.
Libros Libertad 