Tuesday, 13 December 2011

At the dawn of the city










A few places of the dawn, the night-blue sky dotted here and there an orange glow, just gently flirting with the lights of the village, the town ...

Not far away, atop a plateau, a plain, a meadow, the sky blue asks her cup, her coat on these plots natural green as the sky, clouds, the sun just tinting every day ...
Here on the edge of a wood, forest reach there by its peaks at the foot of which a multitude of leaves come running here and there as a result of a fire ephemeral as the wind brightens every day with vigor. ... A butterfly, a squirrel, an owl, spin, run, scream here day and night ... Here in the city, the buildings at the foot yellow-orange roofs drowned in the dark of the night dominate strongly, with an air of stately, streets and suburbs as passing-walkers come here, here, here and there, cheer, surprise, love, alluring ....




Tourism and Heritage...

http://chandt.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-links-of-heritage.html

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