The high estuaries from Viveiro to O Barqueiro have places that are really out of the ordinary and far from any tourist guide. Roads where the footprint of the pilgrim is strange, the people are cool as grass and the forests have eyes that, among ferns, they will appear in our path
Here people disappear like coming out of the film and says goodbye with a farewell. We were three and I am now one, a few hours ago the party consisted 8 and anytime we can to be two, leopard and.
As I finish my recording equipment review, I feel the silent crickets, shut up the sea like. For a moment the saw and re-thunder. I look back to seek asylum in the window frame. The sound is unmistakable, the rut shines on Anguiano.