Posts Tagged ‘ruta’

I hear the voices of a dozens of people who sing, sing on the lake. Her voice has the sound of African songs, melancholy, sad. They sing with the stomach rather than the throat. I turn my eyes ahead, the sun disappears. One of the most beautiful sunsets I have referred in my life.

Suddenly some fishermen contemplate leaving the vegetation or the distance two women who collect shells and realize that nothing is empty at this location.

The history of old men who saw snow, a lighthouse keeper at the mist leaves no sleep, a pastor who has never left the park or farmers who depend on a dry swamp. The guts of my favorite place in Spain.

Move to step through the valley of Karkara, border between Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan today, a limit imposed by Stalin to the same people. The sky is leaden and the snow is announced in the cold wind hit us back. The horses are impatient and Ari, my guide, with them.