RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

Near the river

Ana Maria is always bathing on the banks of the hidden river, always so tender and modest, I am riding on the tree, knocking down mangoes but I can't help seeing her, she notices and smiles at me.
I miss seeing her smile because I know how shy she is, I got off the tree as fast as I could, but when I reached the river I didn't find her.
I ran to my house happy for what happened, on the way I found her with her mother and her little brothers, I did not know what to say, I think that my love for her silenced me.
The next day I bathed and dressed well, cut some flowers along the way and sat down again on a branch of the mango tree, when a few minutes passed Ana Maria arrived I noticed that with her gaze I look for myself.
I got off the tree and my heart beat fast when I saw that Ana Maria was waiting for me there, I greeted her and offered her flowers, greeted me and smiled at me.
We talked for a long time on the banks of the river, when the hours passed I asked him to accompany me to the mango tree to see a beautiful view.
We sat together on a branch we could continue to see the water of the river run, we heard the song of the birds, some croaking frogs and the sunset came.

Although the view was beautiful, what I liked the most was having Ana Maria that afternoon with me, from that day every afternoon we were there.