The forest seemed black in the distance, like a thick wall that prevented the passage, and little by little, upon coming closer, its dark color began to turn into green foliage, protecting between shadows the secret of its sites . The sun looked at it, touching lightly in passing the leaves of the tall branches, leaving mysterious openings that changed things into a fantastic world of furtive whispers and lively hearts, hidden movements that where hinted at rather than being seen between the fanciful zig zag of countless ferns that curiously peeked through skirting paths hardly visible against the light of scarce fog. The earth smelled of fruits and its dense and fresh fragrance became a taste in the air, that enraptured, hugged the light and the shadows wrapping it all in a gentle drowsiness, warm embrace that broke without hurting the noise of the happy water, eternal washer that in the distance ran, nude and clean, giving life to the countryside. All was sweet repose for the soul in a hurry, a slow trip back to a universe that sways calmly among the ruins where the rain and peace cry for all their creatures.