This I believe, Fuentes
In Yucatan, you never see the water. It flows underground, beneath a fragile sheath of earth and limestone. Occasionally, that delicate Yucatec skin blossoms in eyes of water, in liquid ponds - the cenotes - that attest to the existence of mysterious subterranean current. For me, love is like those hidden rivers and unexpected streams of Yucatan. On occasion our lives come to resemble those infinite chasms that would be fathomless if we did not find, at the bottom of the void a flowing river, at times placid and navigable, wide or narrow, at time steep, but always a liquid embrace that helps keep us from disappearing forever into the dept gulf of nothingness