Making way as we go.

Hello, my dear friends. Again we take a path in search of that which we like so much, to fly among the positive energies of nature, while we take some pictures to share with you and try to get that good vibration to your soul, there it is, the path to the mangoes, that is what we will take this day.

We always talk a lot, but on this trip I wanted to show the silence that I enjoy, that bustle of the city, I did not write much at first to leave you a bath of peace, that which the countryside offers every time we walk it, it is something that only the depth of a silence can describe and contrary to what I always present, today I offer you, that silence of a concert of sounds that vibrate in this field, a toast with the nectar of a button that is born in the eternal garden of the yellows of this land. While you can say so in a poem I wrote this day:

The multicolored flag of celestial points that I wave in the infinite of the seventh dimension, points its work in the canvas of this drop that shines in the solar system, a dream where we walk from that day, he, the lord of all times and where we are today, because he is that and this, a toast, yes, toasts of beauty that I leave for our eyes, that song that flies in the wings of the pigeon that flies.

Let's walk hand in hand through that palm that holds us in this paper where it paints the majestic light that stands out when we see above, there where the end of this principle, the tunnel that everyone sees when waking up in that story where they have to return, this is the last of those returns, so take advantage of enjoying the essence of a carnation on your bed, is where we slept today, but soon will not be, is a beauty the young princess.

We have arrived at another path that calls us to move forward, come on, follow the step of the children: there they go smiling, flying from one side to the other, and resting on the old people who give shade and leave their laughter at every step and fly, and laugh and offer their smile.

The afternoon reminds me that I am far from my rooms, I must return, because a good walk awaits me, and the sun lets us see that it is ready to lie down, and we must do the same, so I return home, while the heart remains there, in the greens and yellows of this field that I love to walk, That's why I always write about it, I never get tired of saying how beautiful things are of ours, because ours is the universal, so every time you walk the lands that look at you live every day, enjoy them, every being that lives there and the moments you can enjoy. I'm a dreamer, so I always try to know that you're in a dream, so we must seek the awakening of consciousness, that is the path where our land leads, love it and you love yourself.

On the way back I came across this Chireres pepper plant, don't be fooled by its small size, they are some of the hottest peppers in the world, but they taste great if used in the right way, so I couldn't bear to pick some up, so green, when they are red they are better, but I was not lucky enough to get them like that, but they served to give me a feast, because they fascinate me, especially with some black grains that here are called Caraotas, the goodness of the earth, always gives things that in their right measure, can be the best bland in the world.