Rion Orbeldi
- It was the mizpira who brought the fall, but November is the wind fall. Now, the wind will blow from the sky to finish the season that brought us daylight. He is forced to live in the wind.
Fall is for me for a day. Usually, more than a naked wind and survives the plants, little by little, as the leaves form. This year, however, has been a year more than remarkable. The license to cut the ferns began in September and has continued in the chestnut, with a warm season, until the wind is over in November. To receive this wind, the trees, the trees and the bushes wore costumes of an extraordinarily striking color. The wind was late and the plants, desperate, looked for their dresses with the most beautiful and old colored bouquets. Until the Ufa streak, the wind has risen strongly and the naked has been spectacular throughout the territory. The wind was dressed in the forest. All the wind was a forest. A leaf wind. All night people danced on the leaves, all arrayed on each other, on the rope of the wind. Finally, when the wind got tired, it retired and disappeared. The dress has remained on those corners. Jaldre spotted. In our village there is a corner called Orbeldi, a bleak place where the cold wind nests in the dry leaves.
The water has taken the leaves and moved them through the margins. The river, the river, the river and the sea have then been put in the leaf suit. By the time the tide was rising along the shore of the hut, the surface of the water had become a dry leaf. A rion of dried leaves.
There are winds that still hold the colorful dress. Not far from home, I know an apple tree (Malus x domestica) that I see every day and, year after year, I am still applauding its stubbornness. I love him more for the dancer color of his puff than for his fruits. Today, winter, it's still red. Looking at how the day gets longer.
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The curious interannual days end, those who eat and drink from the emanations of the earth. I'll eat from the best to the best. Supposedly. Heavy champagne and cava bottles are easy to dance. Even though they are of all kinds today, they were once the cider of the other barrel... [+]
