The car went into the grove swaying from side to side on the dirt road, dusty, dry and hot for the summer sun.
Sitting on all five seats dancing from side to side while continued to the interior of the forest with a slow pace to avoid the risk of puncturing or end up in ditches beside the road.
She looked out the window while the landscape and unknown family at the same time, remained unchanged in its nature lush , green and yellow.
fields remained unchanged, divided by hedges of blackberry and medlar trees white
birds seemed to have woven their nests on the same trees, the stream impassively continued to roar winding around the rocks themselves more and more polished with the exact same noise that was when she was at home there.
They went penetrating now in the woods more dense until not arrived at the foot of some mounds red mud bordering throughout the valley.
Those mounds of red earth awakened immediately fantasies when she lost in observing the house pretending to be in the middle of the Grand Canyon ... a riot of images and sensations remade all live in a moment.
He was retracing a trail that still had its baby footprints, imprinted in the mud and hidden under leaves.
He was going back in time approaching always more to the red and yellow house where he was brought up to the smell of burning wood during the winters, where he made his first grapes in the vineyards of raids before they were pruned,
where he learned to ride and make friends with the turtles and goldfish,
and had races with dogs and long trip worthy of the English conquistadors penetrating in the vegetable field to search for pigs ...
He remembered that days put into his head that everyone had to go in search of a treasure on the mountain and went red in single file through the campaign that he would climb up one of those mounds, and others with whom the torch with a stick, and others with a slingshot. is lost in a torrential summer rain than just typical of Latin America, it took hours for grandparents Tom succeed to find them all muddy and filthy still angry for not having found no gold coin.
That place away from everything and everyone, where he had spent the afternoon asleep in the hammock under the big cedar ...
The machine went on and she looked in front of you trying to precede with the memories that the view was to show them.
arrived at the entrance of the path leading to the house red and yellow but this time the machine is not turned and continue straight along the main path.
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