The River a white serpent incision in a dream of silk and water only the flies move keeping thinkers alive. with rings of storms and the ebbs of waters, this sweet idea where I see it too is one next to another a house of farms of trees, a paper bridge across with that golden charm of the breeze. Nothing can speak of it, all is silence by the water by the sleepy river.

Silvina Ocampo

• Silvina Ocampo