Sweet Water Memories
to my father (poem by my grandmother)
afternoons of thunders
together watching the rain
your hand upon my hand
enjoying in silence
the perfume of the humid earth
memory of distant childhood
took root in my life
looking the rain fall
together watching the rain.
For so many nights and days I was listening to my grandmother´s stories about our family. It was a beautiful process for both of us letting times be present through so many dimensions. What was will always make a whirring tune surrounding us on which we play our melodies. It is like the memories of a distant childhood which make you feel embraced.
Aguapey is the name of the farm my great grandfather built up in Corrientes, Argentina. In indigenous language -guaraní- Aguapey means sweet water.
After loosing the land in the 80´s, the memories of two generations there are still present in moods, nostalgia and values, up to our generation.
A Moodboard of a loss and what remains.
In deepest gratitude & love to the whole family.
By Nicolas Hafele