When a little younger and more reservedly feeling, I always observed that mountain imagining the amount of things I could find up there, days passed, years passed, until one day I was encouraged to go, it was a journey of 3 hours and as I got closer, I reflected on myself and admired what I found on the road, I saw how the passage of time passed in things that time passes slowly, When I reached the top of the mountain I was fascinated by the view, the amount of things you could see from that height were incredible. Being there observing the landscape something awakened in me, something that I needed in my life, was hope and encouragement...
Cuando era un poco más joven y con un sentimient...