Posts Tagged 'Pacific’

The landscape was a staircase of giants, the rice terraces were broken in green and the old women wore their colors of indigenous pride. We were in Yunnan, the least Chinese of China's provinces.

You might think that in a city where reigns the order and reverence as a greeting, discretion is the usual pattern of its inhabitants, but there, just there, the most disconcerting part of the city begins.

Manono is small, Round, nice, as pure circular flip walking sounds conclusive cycle, a closed course, they become actions and repeated as the notion of time in East. Speaking of Manono in this way comes to mind unusually Platero.

When I was seven I listed what I wanted in life. I can still see written in a fat and twisted: "Having a house and garden, helicopter ride, ir in Australia ... ".