20 August 2009. Chill bay winds, gray skies. Empty lanes in pool as early swimmers scurry to the changing rooms. Ripply black lines along the bottom...
Or another kind of pool--"en la pila del bautismo." Words from songs, taking on renewed meaning each time they're remembered, or in the singing. Atahualpa's version--el canto del viento. Hilachitas--threads of song, picked up by the wind from all over the land--cerros, montes, ríos--carried up into the heavens, then let go again, one by one, to be gathered by those who listen...
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