It can only you continue. A duck glides over their colorful silhouette, which reflect the calm waters of a river that tired of wandering, resting in comfortable backwaters. A camicace swallow a stroke drawn in the water with his beak, not splashed a drop, noting his accurate fly direcion. An explosion of mimosas draw a scented yellow spring in the air. Harmonic colors, heavenly scents, natural, only grandielocuencia is one, and it is all an immensity, feeling sublime, so is the solitude, is only one, and is all an immensity. It is destination traveller who gives to his step, postal place alive, just them that, that and walk. His face comtinue recovering factions giving expression to his eyes, which are recreated with estanpas so sublime that the Moon collects in their long nights, putting life, that life lost among their dissatisfactions under their noses.
Oloroso and Visual messages that feed walkers souls who seek their place. Accurate messages that fill our anelos, tuned chords of so many not yet erased memories of sense. His walk uncertain finds meaning in as prodijiosa naturally. That you are looking for and do not want to find?, this is one’s own, here this freedom, natural gestures, prodijiosas lives, that is, you don’t have to search for more. Conformate with so much, for wandering, we are always looking for something where there is, on this accurate way, you have everything, you just have to feel it and is already. The road takes sense, things can change, just a road, and is that you have to savour, you have in front of your nose, to search, is your life that you have to change. All the small things that we throw for throw, are those minimal things that we have to feed. Natural Grandielocuencia, is only one and all an immensity, that loneliness that anguish, that, also is real.
Dogs, birds, mimosas, calm waters, travelers without soul, vivid sensations, clear recognition of our sensitivity, the truth is only one, but has to be our truth, that teaches us the way. Travelers without destination, souls without any place, stop you at these sites, only to look at, that’s all, what others no longer exists. The Moon is your destination, she knows where it goes. Life is a step station, is only one, and is an immensity to coruna.18-04-09.Indalecio Regueira.