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Sunday, September 26, 2004

~* BY THE RIVER PIEDRA, I SAT DOWN AND WEPT *~

If this isn't poetic enough for you, then I don't know what is...

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 coarse past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until--far from my heart and sight--all of them merge with the sea.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together.

I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams--the dreams that will never come true.

I remember my "magic moment"--that instant when a "yes" or a "no" can change one's life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him.

I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop.

"Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old," he said.

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. That's what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do. Only then--in the words of one of the saints--will the water extinguish what the flames have written.

All love stories are the same.


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

hi aileen! i also bought a copy of this book 2 mos ago pro hangang ngayon di ko pa nababasa,nakaplastic pa nga e!hehe! gusto ko na sya simulan tuloy! ei, you plan to watch alicia keys? -charo

~*lilacstardust*~ said...

gooo read it naaaa! i kinda cried dun sa first part... basta, may mushy stuff... i'm about to borrow my ofcmate's book - Veronika Decides to Die-- also by Coelho.

ALicia Keys... Libre mo ko? hehe ;) Nah, won't watch. Unless somebody pays for my ticket and dates me, then i'll come! mwehehe...

I am still thinkin if i could afford those ridiculously-priced Usher concert tickets... plus, sama ka ba sa kin?;)

Anonymous said...

ok im gona read it na!=) meron akong The Alchemist...un ung 1st book ko ni Paulo Coelho, ok nman sya, masyadong matalinghaga =) i have a feeling im gona luv this Piedra book more.

usher? hmmm...alicia keys nlng!=) it seems di tyo mgkasundo dito ah, hehe! -charo

moonflower said...

have a copy of this book. one of my faves.

Anonymous said...

i love that book..=]

-laurie