A conversation about River and Love!
A
conversation about River and Love!
Walking
alongside a river created by the thaw, a remote village in Siberia
“In
Novosibirsk, you made me forgive you, and I did. Now I’m asking you
for a favor: tell me that you love me.”
I
take her hand. We are both gazing at the river.
“Silence
is also an answer,” she says.
I
put my arms around her, so that her head is resting on my shoulder.
“I
love you,” I tell her. “I love you because all the loves in the
world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake, where
they meet and are transformed into a single love that becomes rain
and blesses the earth.
“I
love you like a river that creates the right conditions for trees and
bushes and flowers to flourish along its banks. I love you like a
river that gives water to the thirsty and takes people where they
want to go.
“I
love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow
differently over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows. I love you
because we are all born in the same place, at the same source, which
keeps us provided with a constant supply of water. And so, when we
feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little. The spring returns,
and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.
“I
love you like a river that begins as a solitary trickle in the
mountains and gradually grows and joins other rivers until, after a
certain point, it can flow around any obstacle in order to get where
it wants.
“I
receive your love, and I give you mine. Not the love of a man for a
woman, not the love of a father for a child, not the love of God for
his creatures, but a love with no name and no explanation, like a
river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course but
simply flows onward. A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing
in return; it is simply there. I will never be yours, and you will
never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you, I love
you, I love you.”
Maybe
it’s the afternoon, maybe it’s the light, but at that moment, the
Universe seems finally to be in perfect harmony. We stay where we
are, feeling not the slightest desire to go back to the hotel, where
Yao will doubtless be waiting for me.
Paulo
Coelho,
Aleph.
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