The passage has not been stopped by the hand of man, he separates everything with his lines, straight lines that pretend to stop the dreams that fly between that place full of indigenous people, those who have stepped on this earth by thousands of echoes that still dream in the beating heart of each being.
The passage, only rests to paint in cunclullas the portrait of that little boy who plays in the courtyard of his house, the boy does not believe in limits set by the cold of those people who put a brake on everything, those who want to stop the freedom of being able to dream freely in that flight by the roads that call to go forward, nothing stops the boy while he dreams, in that road you get in front of that owner of the fence. He asks who gave you permission to walk on these lands that are my property? and the child in a low voice, that one that shows a smile and exclaims: I walk with God's permission! he just lowers his head and smiles, and before those supreme words he moves away from the road, leaving the smile free and continues to fly in full freedom.
The rain has covered every inch of that landscape, we are that, only one with the great mother who embraces us with that fresh affection that gives life, those drops running through everything are us living that encounter. Wet follows the step between the greens that are now greener than before, because the eyes are fresh by the eye salve that has caressed them with tenderness, we are that pulsating life that sings everywhere in the plain.
on one side of that road I look at some Chireres chili bushes, they are very small, but don't be fooled by their small size, they are very spicy, I like it sometimes, but very few times I can give myself that taste, because it is so powerful that sometimes it irritates my intestine and therefore not abuse, although the truth has a great flavor and I like very much the spicy.
Another thing I wanted to stay admiring for a while, was an orchid that was on a Saman, pity that passed the time when it has its flowers and I could not catch one of those flowers that are so beautiful, most of this area flowers white, but in some has bright colors, for next season I will ride on a Saman or another tree to try to make a good photo for you.
I walked about 3 hours to get to that site of the last photos I showed them and then I returned, I was fine for that day, I had to return home, because my wife told me to accompany him to visit some of his relatives and I was doing something late, so I hurried the step and did not give me time to take the proper picture of the way back, but in the next one I will not fail, I surely show them that way that does not stop so they can dream of going to make way while walking.
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Camera : Panasonic lumix DMC-FZ50. Lens: Leica 1:2.8-3.7/7.4-88.8. Location: Villa de Cura.
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