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viento Posted by mokita on October 14, 2023, 2:50 pm Colorless and pure that gets through the open windows and sweep the Jardin with tireless grace play with your hair and sings old songs ear. Accompanies you to the end of the day en la Tardecita when the sun goes down behind the mar and dyes the clouds with pink and ruby colors. When you go the Camposanto to bury your dead walking on the soft beach carrying flowers and your sorrow shedding of farewells. Glorios when the palmas swing with cadence rhythm and it doesn't know if is day or night and relieves the hit of the midday. Who steals the fire of the candles in la Iglesia and scatters the smell of incense and flowers. That takes the music to the Cerro and makes the dry Almendro leaves fly in a playful swirl against they will. Caresses and shapes the sand of the beach and kisses you on the face without your permission. Coming from the mar a welcome visitor and instantly yours, and then disappear and goes away like the years in your life. In a moment can turn into a hurricane that tear the palmas upside down.....and then calm. mokita

Re: viento Posted by Deanna on October 14, 2023, 3:37 pm, in reply to "viento" Mokito! So good to “hear” your voice again. You have a gift and your words instantly convey a picture of La Manzanilla, which is so obviously still a part of you. This is wonderful and timely. Thank you again - I hope life is kind to you, and filled with people who appreciate how special you are. Con carino………

Re: viento Posted by mokita on October 16, 2023, 11:06 am, in reply to "Re: viento" Muchas gracias Deanna me da mucho gusto saber de usted otra vez. mokita

Re: viento Posted by Cleiton on October 16, 2023, 3:14 pm, in reply to "viento" Saludos Señoroa Me ha hecha uste encantado Mil gracias Lo escrubiste recientamente? Agradecimiento. tan hermosa viaje

Re: viento Posted by mokita on October 17, 2023, 4:13 pm, in reply to "Re: viento" Thank you Cleiton. I was born and raised en la manzanilla many years ago. I got many memories about La Manzanilla daily life back when there no electricity or roads. There was a "Camino Real" to La Huerta and another one to San Patricio, things might be different today. But if you look in right places you can see that the magic still there, under the boulders of las Joyas or under the salty rocks in la morronquera, or the mule loads of gold, buried under the Hacienda grounds . La Manzanilla was named after a poisonous little wild yellow apple that grows at the edge of la playa beautifully and untouchable. mokita

Re: viento Posted by Cleiton on October 19, 2023, 2:23 am, in reply to "Re: viento" Es un encanto usted tiene la vista magica de la raiz y alma del pueblo. Tanta pero tantas cosas difundidos tras los años Pueblo magico de mi corazon que vibre y va vibrar siempre. Es una hechiza Jaja Y ahora andas por donde. Pues: tu inglés chingon Saludos Motoko

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