Undulating hills, protectors of
the precious veins and roots of the earth.
Pearls of history, enclosed in the shells
of cities that time has polished.
A sky dressed in blue stone and pink,
a mirror of the years that have left their mark.
Pieces of history, like raindrops,
recounting the past as if it were enchanted.
A land where colours cloak the landscape
with a mystic abandon, yielding themselves to the vista
with the change of season, renewing the memory
and consoling the heart.
