...finito pero no estático depósito del descarado intento de artista que soy...
viernes, 17 de junio de 2011
recuerdo (touching the sky)
It was when I was a teenager (I don't remember if I was 16 or 17). My brother, my father and I went through a dangerous pass in the Puna, a high desert or plateau in the northern part of my province: Jujuy, Argentina. This pass leads to a town called Santa Victoria Oeste in the province of Salta, and it is really sinous and dangerous since the deep cliffs that sorround it. We were going up and up, we saw a falcon, and some condors and suddenly we get to the top of it. What we saw next astonished as all. When the truck got horizontal an even more vast space than the ones we'd seen before was revealed infront of us. And it was completely covered with clouds... It was an inmense pure light-blue getting clearer while reaching the horizon where the clouds continued like an ocean, without visible end. From the sea of clouds emerged islands, the mountains' peaks below them. After a moment of contemplation we continued our trip; we submerged in the white... And suddenly it was rainy!
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