Bahalia the "wife of Aluir"

Bahalia the "wife of  Aluir"

Since the morning I was alone after just last night, I am looking for water to drink now
all alone and just by myself, seems all the morning will be is the day that has no meaning for them
that want nothing but any words from my husband that may never come again alive.
Pouring down down the lost emotions of my heart into the cup given by the commandant
I set to drink the hidden water that is only for very dire moments. Other than the usual actions that
There are, there is, no doubt now that my only decision to make is let away another effort to sense if
any of my other inclinations is as true as my necessities.
I am a wife, the wife of Aluir, somehow there is no time I would not want to be already among the men
that go into far places from the houses and even beyond the unseen curves of the roads
going furthewr down and hiding already into the terrain of the land.
Since now is the summer season there is a need for a lot of delicious water to drink
a lot of wanting to have a deeper pond to bath. Water  makes me happy since I was a child.
I am wanting to remember all the water in my life, even the water in the mud


(prose is finished Bahalia is dead after a saralla hit her)
(This maybe a real event in the catecory I assert as cultural/heritage venacular force)