The human-birds
The literary reflections on Nature, between imaginary and reality fantasy. I’m looking at the field lo have been here to hear the birds sing since 1.100 a.C for was possibly emerged this plane. I live nearby here and each morning still dawn, before sunrise and its rays are cutting out all borders along the mountains flashing up the reflection on river skin filling the lake of a blue never seen creating an atmosphere of light refreshing by wind that crosses all regions taking wings of many colors dancing in the air and diving to the bushes, fluttering joyfully among late flowers with the new of the season. It is springtime and it is possible to still see an ocean of blue and orange from winter. I have been more cautious with modifying my feelings of equality of the weather; I was skeptical about beliefs on nature equality, but it is not with human intervention. The seasons are no longer the same, colder and hotter in variation with raged winds and rains, ...