EPISODE 3 | AMAZONIA. WHERE THE LEGEND BEGINS
The primary forest of Tapajós
In Jamaraquá, there is not the sea but white sand, next to the primary forest of Tapajós, where, by bathing your feet in the warm waters of river of the same name, you're living a state of grace.
They say it's dangerous to swim, there are too many rays. These graceful and elegant animals possess a dowel pin in the upper part of the tail, it is not poisonous but sharp as a razor. The wound can become gangrenous quickly and leading to death.
Prudent I enter into the water by rubbing my feet and lifting sand. Few meters and I sit down, close my eyes: the sea.
The light changes rapidly as the sun, as if struck by an arrow, sets.
Silhouettes loom up the dry trees, dogs and fishers, in a few moments, all dress in mourning for the umpteenth end of a day.
I always think of the sea.
The eyes take you in the head what the head missing and condense in the heart what the heart does quiver.
Tapajós, Brasil 2015
Photo: Rio Tapajós.