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Thai Corner: The rivet

Lately I'm a bit "liadilla" and I have somewhat neglected the blogosphere. Also, I think the muse has deserted me. Fortunately, Thai has decided to recall your corner and continue their stories. Today offers a literary tour to the rivet. The pictures have been taken this afternoon Carlos and myself (C + C). Enjoy it! Ah! and if you want to see a picture, you can click here.

Rocio one of the young men, was giving her dogs a ride on the road ahead. Occasionally had to call their pooches to run not to hear the barking deer, it only returned it to reality, it did nothing to go around the strange event of the belfry. He had already spent a week and had not returned to be evidence of that shadow. It was early autumn and the hill began to be transformed with warm colors before the winter is reached. The oak and were throwing the acorns and the leaves had turned from yellow, and leaves were green bell ... And the rose petals were the wild rose and flowering shrubs in June how he got there what?

Although it may seem, is not the forest, the branches of old oak

decided into the forest, the afternoon sun streamed through the branches of the trees, highlighting the colors of the thorns, with its last fruits hooked even at its branches, the ground covered with acorns and leaves protrude where mushrooms were produced by rain fall and soil heat. That was at least lush landscape, there was plenty of food and beauty, the water returned to run in the streams and the animals took advantage of before the winter is present in all its rigor. On your walk came to the "rivet" a huge oak that the people watching from a bank he was born and grow up today.

Years mushrooms has been attached to the trunk, now part of it, are "warts" as hard as oak wood

long time ago, residents of the village topped, so he would not growing at the top and now the trunk is perfect, it would take three people to embrace it and its fine mocha could place a table with four chairs. It's amazing, a "great treasure" of the people and only a few know, these privileges can not help feeling proud of him, and be part of an old story almost forgotten but still alive. With his stick hit the top of the tree and dragged the brush he found to his surprise and dropped rose petals wilted and dried oak leaves, just as the bell tower. What was happening? He looked around but found nothing. The Oak Leaf was logical but the petals were under way. I was starting to get dark so he went back to town and went to tell what he had seen his fellow .

Text: Thai / Photos: C + C