She told us the story about the river beneath the river.

elle luna in San Francisco, United States

April 16th, 2013, 2pm

It was 16.1°C with few clouds. The breeze was brisk.

I’d like to end tonight with a poem, she said.

It’s called El Rio Abajo El Rio, or the river beneath the river. It means that no matter what happens in your creative life, there is this pure, artisan river that flows within us. Even if people dam the river, it flows. Even if people pollute the river, it flows. No matter what pervades us, no matter who has tried to destroy us, no matter what happens on the surface, under water, the river flows.

And then she read the poem.