Any tale will do...

While looking at the amazing amount of water that falls continuously in front of me I start to wonder about how everything started. The Guarani Indians have their own explanation about the waterfalls formation in a beautiful tale, which I could just jot down here. But I decide to write my own instead. I close my eyes, feel the water sprinkles in my face and let my imagination flow down the falls...

"Once upon a time, back in the days when gods still wandered the Earth, there was a little river. Well, it was more like a little stream, winding down through tree roots and rocks, with no rush or destination, just flowing. Especially because what he really loved was to feel every turn of his way, every place he passed by, delighting himself with the different temperatures and tastes of every rock, tree, grain of soil, of each animal that drank from his water. In fact he was so happy that he started sighing of joy, especially when he passed by his favourite place, a place where a pink rock made him feel different, very happy, a happiness he could not describe. The rock also loved feeling the little stream pass by, letting herself get involved by him, delighted with the freshness that cut through the forests' strong heat. One day without knowing how they fell in love. The stream ran faster just to meet the rock that responded anxiously with a sweet chant, hoping the stream would never loose his way to her.
Some day a random god heard the chant while wandering the Earth's surface. He stopped, investigated where the chant came from and found the little pink rock. The chant was so beautiful that he fell in love instantly. From then on he started to come everyday to hear the rock, staying each day longer and longer. He spent so much time listening that he realized the little rock didn't sing to him, but that chant and sigh were the same, the result of a passion that was not his own. Blinded by envy, the god decided to pull out the rock to take her with him, so that she could be exclusively his forever. As soon as he did that the little rock started to cry, out of so much pain and sadness, as she didn't feel her loved stream pass by anymore. Crying, she begged to be returned to her original place, as she could no longer live away from her little stream. Hearing this, and bewildered by anger of jealousy, the god shouted: "So you don't want to be mine and live forever in the glory of my eternal company and beauty? Then you won't be with anyone else either!" And clenching his fist he punched the rock against the ground, sinking her in the huge crater he opened, hiding her forever from her loved little stream.

Seeing all happening in front of him and unable to do anything about it, the little stream shouted loudly, a deep roar of immense pain heard all-around the place. And he also started to cry, crying, more and more, unable to stop. Hearing the roar and the intense crying his brothers, cousins, neighbours, all came to see what was happening. When they arrived the stream noticed he was getting stronger and that if more streams joined him maybe they could together excavate the bottom and find his loved pink rock. So they all roared together and called more and more streams and rivers, growing its flow, which going vertiginously down the cliff started to excavate the rock bed bellow.
To this day the then little stream still flows continuously, using his and his brothers strength in his endless search for his loved one. No-one knows for sure if they already met, but some say theyalready did, living happily under the bed of the Iguaçu, hidden behind the falls, while the great water applauds endlessly the sweet chant of the two lovers.

Iguaçu Falls, Brazil/Argentina, March 2009