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I was sitting a few days ago, resting after some time ploughing the soil under my fig trees, and I took this photograph. It was barely windy and the gentle sun was just warm enough to feel comforted. I take out my rolling tobacco and roll a cigarette. I light it and the smoke disperses quickly after the first puff... It's time for reflection, time for haiku:
Cálido y suave
es el sol de mi tierra.
Calor de invierno.
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Warm and soft
is the sun of my land.
Winter warmth.
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