The carriage has begin to ascend, slowly, through a steep alcor. When
he was at the top, he asked one of the passengers occupying the
Are we already at the top of the port?
We have already arrived, answered the other, now we go and
begin to descend.
And from here we can see the whole valley. There, in the
distance, shines the golden tiles of the dome of the cathedral.
The field will be all green. The water will reflect the sun in the
water in some of the canals of the orchards. Is it not the turth?
This is the time period in which I like the fields the most. How
many times have I contemplated the panorama of the valley and
the distant city! Tell me, do you see to the right, along a back
road, a road that winds, the old road Novales, a white house that
barely comes between the trees?
Yes, now it seems that the sun shines from a window a glass that
is at the top
The carriage has descended to the plain and paths between fresh
whatever and vegetable gardens; wide fruits show the round and
yellow quines, golden apples, watery pears, soft
I feel that we are already in the full vega – said one of the
travelers – I inhale the smell of hay, alfalfa, and cut fruit. Will
there be as many apples as beore? There in the orchards are old
men bent over and tanned by the sun, like mummy, hardened
through time, which are bent over the earth, diggin, fixing the
primers of the canals, digging the weeds vicious, right? I hear the
bells of the city that now have touched, which are of the
cathedral, before touching the bell of the convent of Bernard. Do
you see new buildings that are on the outskirts of town?