My village
Hello Everyone
There are days that look like sweet caramel. You eat it, feeling the familiar smell of childhood and do not want the pleasure to end. There are days that hang over you like a heavy storm sky. And there ARE DAYS like today, similar to a light and pleasant melody. You listen to her and realize that no storm, no cold wind, no worries and concerns of the world can not disturb your peace. And you just listen to this song and smile.
A man wields a stickas his flock of domesticated pigeons fly atop thr roof of his house in Our village
When you visit your village you remember the great memories of Your childhood its a place we bring water from here to our house
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Que buenas fotografías... un abrazo...