Llega la alborada, y con ella, los primeros rayos de sol. Las nubes, en un acto de gallardía, desoyen las llamadas de atención de los Dioses que claman retorno. Ellas prefieren juguetear y alargar su tiempo de libertad, disfrutando aún más de 'motu propio' de la belleza de este paraíso viual.
Prefieren sentirlo, no quieren que le cuenten la realidad, quieren experimentarlo por si mismas. Quieren estar ahí.
El Cabo de Finisterre, más bien podría ser el fin del mundo o también el final de algunas cosas. Ahí quedaron recuerdos y amarguras, duros momentos que terminaron al ver la luz del Faro.
La experiencia no tiene ningún valor ético, es la manera que tenemos para denominar a los errores que cometimos un dia en el pasado.
Ciertamente, es un verdadero placer, poder seguir equivocándome día tras día.
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During the night time, and hidden from the vision of the world, Clouds come out to cover as a big and uniform cloak, fields and lands from Galicia.
Dawn arrives, and with it, the first beams of the sun appear. Clouds, in a valient act of valour, don't hear the calling of Gods whom are claiming return. They prefer to play around and stretch on their free time, enyoing even more on their own the beauty of this visual paradise.
They prefer to feel it, they don't want to be told the reality, they want to experiment it on their own. They want to be there. Freedom.
Finisterre Cape, certainly could be the end of the world or the end of some things too. Memories and sorrow stayed there, hard times finished when the light of the cape was seen.
Experience has no ethical sense, it's just the way we call the mistakes we made in the past some day.
Certainly, it's a pleasure for me to be able to keep making mistakes day by day.
