The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 79)||La siembra del pino - Pine planting ||
La siembra del pino
Lloró hasta que la agotó el cansancio y se quedó dormida, soñando con el pino bajo la dorada luz del atardecer, con un mundo donde su soledad no existiese y las voces y rostros familiares la alentasen a vivir en armonía en un mundo de verdes y dorados, donde el amor y el respeto fuesen algo tan natural que ni siquiera fuese necesario hablar de ello. Su sueño fue muy realista, muy intenso, se despertó, abrió la ventana para mirar su pino y reconfortarse.
Su asombro no tuvo límites cuando vio la panorámica de su mundo oro y verde, se restregó los ojos. No podía creer lo que veía, ¿estaría soñando todavía? La ventana le ofrecía un hermoso cuadro en tonos oro y verde, su pino estaba entre otros pinos. La invadió una inmensa sensación de paz. Y desde la memoria revivió la siembra del pino, apoyada por las manos del abuelo, durante un ocaso dorado, que ahora desde la ventana recordaba con nitidez.
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English version
Pine planting
Her love for Mother Earth was also shown in respect for the environment and more than one tree had been planted, despite her short life. She remembered with love, the first little plant that she had placed in the ground, her hands held by his grandfather's hands; That little pine tree - like her - had grown. Marybel had turned 17, pine 15. She hugged him tightly, she was the only family she had left, the only support facing the path that she had to continue walking alone.
She cried until exhaustion exhausted her and she fell asleep, dreaming of the pine tree in the golden evening light, of a world where her loneliness did not exist and the voices and familiar faces encouraged her to live in harmony in a world of green and gold , where love and respect were something so natural that it was not even necessary to talk about it. Her dream was very realistic, very intense, she woke up, opened the window to look at her pine tree and take comfort.
Her amazement knew no bounds when she saw the panoramic view of her gold and green world, she rubbed her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, was she still dreaming? The window offered her a beautiful painting in shades of gold and green, her pine was among other pines. An immense sense of peace washed over her. And from her memory she relived the planting of the pine tree, supported by her grandfather's hands, during a golden sunset, which she now remembered clearly from the window.
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Hermosa narrativa inspirada en un arte fabuloso de @xpilar. te felicitamos por este excelente relato, querida @mllg, te apoyamos desde tu casa. Un abrazo!.
Gracias mi querido @Club12, mi familia viartual
Hi @mllg
Thanks for the great description / story
Thank you very much! @xpilar