Thursday, August 18, 2011

The crying clouds and the exquisite pastries



Here in the north we all reckon there are traveling clouds which cannot help but cling to the mountains, embracing them in a long hug.And so they stay for days. Sometimes they cry, sometimes they don't. Sometimes, they get old and gray and sullen. Sometimes, they sneak away. You wake up one morning and they are gone.Thus, expecting to see them go, looking forward to raising the window blinds and greet the morning sun, we see the hours pass by. We meet up with friends or get together with relatives and invent the day, around some pastries, some games or a good meal. 
After all, we are still vacationing.


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Aquí en el norte todos sabemos que hay nubes que al pasar se abrazan a las montañas y se encariñan y se quedan durante días. A veces lloran, a veces no. A veces, envejecen y se tornan grises y hurañas. A veces, desaparecen a hurtadillas. Te levantas una mañana y ya no están. 
Así, esperando verlas marchar, subir la persiana mañana y saludar al sol, pasamos las horas. Nos reunimos e inventamos el día, alrededor de unas pastas, unos juegos o una comida. 
Al fin y al cabo, estamos veraneando.

3 comments:

Jorge said...

Yum!!

Ciara said...

Really enjoyed catching up, reading back through the last few posts I missed. It looks like you are having a lovely holiday!
I hope the sun returns for you soon! Cx

tránsito inicial said...

el envoltorio cuidado y delicado como las pastas.Me gustan las nubes hurañas y que aveces lloran a pesar del verano.
feliz fin de semana