On the riverside, among the bushes I found her, coiling on herself, shivering from the harsh weather, unaware, her petite body slanted under the dry grass like a weak plant.
A baby girl! A denied soul, given for the scavengers.
Death was celebrating around her in a mad carnival, inviting her to a final dance.
On the riverside we met, we embraced, we became one, and her soul grew in my heart.
My child, I'm old enough to comprehend the importance of the gift that was presented to me.