Caracas, the capital of indolence, improvisation, jam all the time, even with a drought almost forgotten these days of noise, the unfinished works that abound in the streets and broken sidewalks. Do not get carried away by the rush and enjoy the leaves in hues of a spring that is manifested in the araguaney flowers, that surprise us in the streets and avenues and often hidden in the garden of a house. Are those who seem afraid to go out, in this increasingly dangerous city. The few parks
forget the rain has abandoned the show despite this spring in the branches of the vases, the acacias. Some are guilty of this display of joy and forming flowers drop their colorful rugs that make passersby stop. They invite you to admire with delight the beauty of a flower, forgetting for a while the stress, the rush to get home or work; circumvent the stumbling block to those who may not realize the beauty that nature offers and are still struggle, overcome by fatigue that prevented them from exercising this festival of colors. Caracas
also full of contrasts and we soaked in the light plunges us into grief with the burning hills. Wrinkles the soul we see how hundreds of hectares of our Wuaraira Repano are helpless before the advancing flames. A war that always ends up losing and that cost him years to re-greening
not surprising that every year at this time it happen the same fire and not make forecasts, which lack water and let it dry city lost in broken pipes or without proper maintenance.
At least we neglect so to appease those few minutes when our gaze falls on our trees, to counter such apathy that they give us their ephemeral beauty of flowers.
forget the rain has abandoned the show despite this spring in the branches of the vases, the acacias. Some are guilty of this display of joy and forming flowers drop their colorful rugs that make passersby stop. They invite you to admire with delight the beauty of a flower, forgetting for a while the stress, the rush to get home or work; circumvent the stumbling block to those who may not realize the beauty that nature offers and are still struggle, overcome by fatigue that prevented them from exercising this festival of colors. Caracas
also full of contrasts and we soaked in the light plunges us into grief with the burning hills. Wrinkles the soul we see how hundreds of hectares of our Wuaraira Repano are helpless before the advancing flames. A war that always ends up losing and that cost him years to re-greening
not surprising that every year at this time it happen the same fire and not make forecasts, which lack water and let it dry city lost in broken pipes or without proper maintenance.
At least we neglect so to appease those few minutes when our gaze falls on our trees, to counter such apathy that they give us their ephemeral beauty of flowers.
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