Native

I breathe, I feel the air molecules expanding my lungs, filling my blood with oxygen, connecting the external native landscape with the internal decision to explore it with every part of my body.

I grab hold of every branch, root or rock in the landscape to reach spaces rarely visited by humans. A place with stone walls covered by a friendly moss, a small waterfall with clear and cold waters that resonate against the nest of rocks that receives them.

I breathe and perceive the smell of the black and fertile earth, I am delighted with the space full of trees, dry trunks, on a steep ground that leads to the waters. I hear the sound of the wind that makes the branches dance, I feel the cold water that splashes my naked and vulnerable body, but somehow I am sheltered by what surrounds me, the sun on my skin, the mud on my feet, the drops of water that splashes me

She had never been naked in nature, but she had always wanted it. I feel grateful to be there, in that now, to have the fortune to remember that moment for eternity, in a quiet place, with a pleasant and respectful company in an ancestral place where the indigenous Muiscas used to give birth to their children at the well. of the births in Quebrada Honda, the top of a waterfall that is an immense and flat rock with a staggered fall of about two meters and they sat their bodies on the cold waters to be able to alleviate the pain of pregnancy.

I breathe to feel my heart agitated from going through those landscapes with my body but also with that native spirit that we all carry inside.