Bathing here is not a routine. It is an act of reconciliation with the body, with the day, with everything that accumulated without asking for permission. The water receives what no longer serves and transforms it into silence, into that strange moment where one feels completely whole, open to the "monte". Then something changes. A presence. A gaze that was not there before. She notices it. She holds that gaze without fully covering herself, without fleeing. What she feels is not shame. It is the sudden awareness that something intimate has just become shared. That this ritual, which had always belonged to her, now also belongs to the one who came to witness it. You. ................................................. Monte, in Cuban culture, is the wild forest that surrounds the fields; a sacred space where nature, spirits, and memory converge.