"Mother of Water", Garikoitz Cuevas at the Sala Parés

Mother of the water, sweet.

This morning there was a good tide for walking, with a high coefficient, more than one hundred.

I went down to the beach and made my way toward the Corral de Merlín, in La Jara; with these conditions, you can almost reach the center of the hemicycle of stones and shells where the corral fills and empties to the rhythm of the tides.

I brought something to read:

SONG 4^th

O woods, thick groves
planted by the hand of the Beloved,
or meadow of greens,
embroidered with flowers
tell me if by you he has passed.

I didn't see it coming.

The west wind was beating the gentle wave crests, forming salty foam, nothing out of the ordinary; although this time I noticed something different, I came closer to look under the foam and, with a certain calmness, the tide began to bring words to the shore of the stones:

trafficked, seeking peace, transposition of pallor, the great silence, Sta. Teresa's fado.

SONG 18^th

There he gave me his chest
There he taught me very lovely knowledge
and I gave myself to him in deed, without keeping anything back; there I promised to be his bride.

Free will, covenant with God, the sound of clouds, O tempo não espera ninguém, Gloria Fuertes visits the marsh, lacrimal sleep hygiene…

The tide turned, I gathered the words, I closed San Juan de la Cruz's Cántico espiritual y poesías and returned, crunching shells, for the biopsy puncture.

Mother of the water is sweet.

It can be visited Tuesday to Saturday: 11:00 am - 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm - 8:00 pm