The sparkling water embraces me, taking me to waterfalls overflowing with warmth. There where the smooth rocks stand like winter maidens carrying baskets of smiling fruit. There you see me a color that does not resemble colors, a color that does not die.
If you want to find me, you will find me at every captivating moment, and at every plant near which the sheep of an old farmer. Please, if you want to see me, you will find me a ghost flying on ancient wings, carrying a river hymns in my pocket. Please look for me in your heart and in your long-awaited eyes, and also look for me in the laughter of children playing in the waterwheel. Because I am simply something that never dies.