At the beginning, water was the needed liquid to me, the needed amount for cooking, bathing, refreshing, or swimming… A mean of transportation, or essence of my body. A cooling rain, playing in the shore of a beach… But later on, water became part of my relaxation, my always repetead mantra, the soft music that was leading me to dream. Until it became the holy fluid, where you, my future, my hope, were living, the waters of my baby, the waters that were nourishing you, protecting you. The waters of the origin of everything, the total miracle of life, the unexplained, but necessary, the waters that are bringing you to me, my son Mateo.
Sandra Romero Ruiz