The ally has grown on the bank of the river, river or river, Alnus glutinosa. In the Ribera they have accompanied him the mausares, gravas, arenas, streams and stones that the water has brought. He had been born and had taken root, as the veins grew in zigzag between them. It stretched and stretched to hold the tree on the loose ground. Swinging in each of the avenues tending the passion for the land... Until the last one came. Until he pulled it out of his boxes. And the water will crush the root and take it. Until I give the sea in the sand. Here's what was the ally, in the sand, incarnated. The ally is always red.