Autumn water
the hope
Everyone who goes along the sidewalk confuse it with a pool of rainwater. Only him knows that it has been formed with the slow cry of a tree after losing, one by one, all its leaves. As it is enough with a nice memory to generate a future spring, he projects well above the jewels that now contains, with the hope that the tree knows how to transform the image he gives it into a decorated holiday tomorrow.
Montserrat Cornelles