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Stone by stone,
man who knew them,
threw his mark.

Wind, sun, rain ..,
with constant force was checking
wrinkles
in the hard stone. It grew


the wet moss fall.
What
hardened winter and summer resected.


calloused hands of the maker of "heaps"
now lie still and idle dreaming
stones.


And want to know is its walls. He asks

interested if still standing.

I returned to the site every so often, a lot of old and gnarled olive trees, and I've always felt the energy concentrated in the mounds of stones.
still hear the echoes to the clatter of stones songs and spread through the limestone plateau, which rises with pattern of olive trees and the scent of aromatic plants.
the return from the day of collection of olives, after the usual greeting, the one who redid the mounds of stones immediately asks:


- What ihjo, how er Thurs day?
- was well, I am Jech Porvair.
- Yuvi to strip the Argun mahan?
- Nah, it loh puziste Plant.
- Puej, zabeh and not rejacerlos dehe of ca see that ahga Farta ...

The man who grew and recrecía the mounds as a wall and looks not with the eyes, just look at the memories. And clearly revives. He says that he forgets the colors, as if they were fading. However, the gray of the rocks or "colorao" land will not be forgotten.





stones are the thoughts that men dig. Left on the plateau of our lives can stand on one another and build a solid wall that apoyars e.
However, human wild thoughts leave without trying to be lost even build anything. So the life that belongs to us is left to form with thoughts of others, and prepared and ready to use. And drywall are people who can only provide just another brick in a dull world, to live is the least pathetic and miserable up.
Perhaps that is why we rejoice to both rows of rough stones simply put, they represent an unconventional human being ... like, for example, a farmer who devoted his life to clean the soil of stones that obstruct and detrimental to their life project: A few olive trees bear fruit year after year, bread dipping oil where he and his family.

Brick by brick, flamenco is an expression of art and wisdom culture and tradition. Let this be my tribute
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