By the River Piedra

I always like the quotes from Paulo Coelho's books.
Sometimes I feel like they communicate with me, like having deep conversation with my heart.
Sometimes they give me courage.
Sometimes they clear my doubts.
Sometimes they reveal my true feelings.
Sometimes they heal, but it still hurts.
Sometimes I feel better.
Sometimes I feel down.
Sometimes, sometimes,
I am not always like this.

It's a healing process.
Give me some time.


By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river—leaves, insects, the feathers of birds—is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until—far from my heart and sight—all of them merge with the sea.



Photos taken in Copenhagen, Denmark, in December 2009.