Water sometimes flies in colors, other times it runs through the earth and fills the cisterns of men and women. Other times it is sea, sea water that fills the puddles and leaves the salt. Other times it is Marguchas, who take the colored water, the water from the cisterns and the salt, and with so little and so much of the alchemy of life create towns.
Towns that over time will forget that they are colored water, cistern water and salt. And we forget that keeping a cistern white and clean is the only thing that should concern us. We will be reminded.
I published this on my Facebook in February of last year. In case it is useful.
