is a spring morning. The sky looks blue and trade winds blowing. Walk through the gorge by an old wooden bridge. The echo of my footsteps echoed in the air. Rests on a stone lizard almost as gray as the rock. I try to approach without noise but hardly notice my presence is hidden. Keep walking until you reach a small lake. Two dragonflies skim the grass and turn slightly to rise almost at once ... After a short break, I go into the pine forest. The ground cover of pine has a distinctive aroma. How small my shadow next to the pines! I've always liked trees, touching, hugging ... I transmit peace and security. Among the branches you hear the song of tits, finch, and some trills do not know but that are just beautiful. Time seems to stand still. When he reached the edge of the forest noon. From the height where I am I can see the sea around the island, looking a shadow and I'm about to watch ...
Sun May
yellow flowers
; of Las Tunas.
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