Por éstas tierras quasi-eslavas ya empezó la primavera y a poco aprendo las diferencias que hay con la metamorfosis que me tocó vivir hace dos años en Canadá, durante el primer equinoccio que pasé en tierras nórdicas.
En Rumanía no estamos tan al norte y por ello se cultivan vineyards in almost every home gardens, as in that of Mrs. Manuela who taught me a grape seed requires three years to make the first wine, and from the talks slowly in his garden , that morning became afternoon and went exploring the first annual crop roots: I first noticed that among the vegetables that were in the garden, garlic shoots were green stood stronger and more spiky leaves of onion I had never seen those beans born, appeared too, certainly would give them a look clueless as simple reed or may even confuse one another, the Lady Manuela placed them because from the beginning of the year, on the right side of the willow planted garlic and onions left, the tree hugging from between what grew in the garden, the willow was still young but already had their fifteen feet its five years under him, in the foothills of closer Copaco (which is said to influence tree Albanian and Romanian) peered shyly dandelions, use them here to make a concoction and give it a taste Acidito to salads, which in our kitchen would be like the taste of our lemon unavoidable, but this relationship was not what surprised me!
Come on you know! : Doña Manuela told me that every six months preparing their sweet quince with fruit that I was under the tree, like a Guayabota with the skin of a yellow apple, that story I quince sweets I know, but I had never seen one, and authorship did not believe it Romanian, so I told Ixtlahuacán Chapala and the quince, Atotonilquillo Fair of Atequiza and Juanacatlan, where my grandmother Carmen and their ancestors, but she said with a reassuring safety, this result does not belong to the new world that had long been cultivated on the shores of black sea, first by Aryans and then by the Greeks, I gasped and felt that the birds were talking to me and I understood for the first time in his garden: Sparrow is polyphonic singing and fleeting, seems to have three holes that connect the larynx, which engulfs one and two where only tune sung in different octaves, I learned to relate that these birds were sparrows, which can be found across the city and are always seen in groups along the ground singing as celestial songs down, and they did that afternoon with the message of quince that I lit up, but another song is escuhó in garden, Doña Manuela says this is the voice of Ciocarlie, that I had never heard chirping, I'm sure was not like the nightingale who stood between the vineyard, who also boasted of his instrument, it Lark is a bird, sings only when it stops flying and the hum of his wings and down to peck the seeds out there is, one feels the vacuum of silence that leaves the end of the Brahms Hungarian Dance.
Mrs. Manuela Magyar descent, is the wife of Don Gabriel Mihai's mother, an only son, a good guy with whom every Monday after five in the afternoon, to the sound of coffee, biscuits and home, share correct his experiences and his English.
There are more things that walk around here, but one can not describe what you see: it is very pretty to look at the spring throughout the city, which are painted over the Corcodusi , trees with a trunk very dark and small flowers that drape around an immaculate white, the smell of the tree of Mirabel still can not send mail, but some pictures together.
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