Bello, in the evening progresses, turn our look at the distant horizon: to observe the sun's light goes off and becomes dark blue, and imagine distant borders of the African deserts, breaths sand in the wind that lifts and supports small eddies again in different form, Patagonian prairies where the wind howls and sings to infinity, while the horizon shows the snow on the summit of Cerro Torre, or, endless American plains where bison silent swaying in the endless greenery around them ...
Bello let the mind or the heart to go there to find out what's hidden and rejoice even of this ...
Back in itself is not back, but is a return to base with something more in the memory of the heart.
Beautiful Life, also "only" for such things apparently "Trivial" .
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