Posted by mokita on October 26, 2011, 7:15 pm
Flouting on the soft wind that take me up to the mountings, green and alive and knowing that next winter they will be naked again. |
Disconnected from people and embracing nature to the core,with mi back against the ground and my mind lost in to the blue sky surrounded by explosions of white clouds.
That's how I remember my pueblito full of wonders and stories about simple people with magical dreams and beautiful wild flowers.
Walking on the beach with my skin covered in dry sea salt and bare foot.
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