Press play
The trick is not to look at the walls. The horizon always gives a pleasant mirage when you walk in winter the Rúa Mayor. The view to the front The unhurried pace and generous warranty that a warm towel dry your face, your hair and each of the fingers on your skin to take off their clothes soaked in the rain. Without looking at the walls. The cobblestones ensure progress, the street defines the way and gives people with their umbrellas in a waterproof convoy moving with determination and without looking at the walls to the shelter in particular that every day is like the previous one. And nothing else matters. But a violin gently ripping the humid air. WARNING: Do not look. And
view. And warn your ropes after the presence of the walls that you should have ignored. The cold hard stone and vertical composition allows the horizon to be horizontal, provides the define a boundary street and protects people from the diagonal drop their umbrellas can not stop. The violin continues. And his grades begin to talk. And no environment, now tell the truth. You've seen the walls. The wall of a city that beats laterally, which is inert inertia, where life is clairvoyant. The future revealed by the melody is carved with every drop on the stone of Villamayor. Danger, do not touch.
and play. And you feel in the tips of your fingers that the stone is hard and cold, the rain makes hot clay. A centennial clay supports tons of history on every block, waiting for centuries upon demand the attention. But rain and nothing else matters. Could move forward, looking ahead, not looking at the walls. But I've looked at. And the stone is not white. Darkens on contact with water. He admits he shouts down vertically and finally demanding your attention. You'll know when you walk in the rain for the Rúa Mayor. You look ahead, ignoring the violin, to forget the melody. And nothing will matter. The trick is not to look at the walls, then the horizon always gives a pleasant mirage.
view. And warn your ropes after the presence of the walls that you should have ignored. The cold hard stone and vertical composition allows the horizon to be horizontal, provides the define a boundary street and protects people from the diagonal drop their umbrellas can not stop. The violin continues. And his grades begin to talk. And no environment, now tell the truth. You've seen the walls. The wall of a city that beats laterally, which is inert inertia, where life is clairvoyant. The future revealed by the melody is carved with every drop on the stone of Villamayor. Danger, do not touch.
and play. And you feel in the tips of your fingers that the stone is hard and cold, the rain makes hot clay. A centennial clay supports tons of history on every block, waiting for centuries upon demand the attention. But rain and nothing else matters. Could move forward, looking ahead, not looking at the walls. But I've looked at. And the stone is not white. Darkens on contact with water. He admits he shouts down vertically and finally demanding your attention. You'll know when you walk in the rain for the Rúa Mayor. You look ahead, ignoring the violin, to forget the melody. And nothing will matter. The trick is not to look at the walls, then the horizon always gives a pleasant mirage.
0 comments:
Post a Comment