We walked down the street, between trees, the branches covered with dense Encruzado. A fresh, clean water of irrigation gully flowed and shone num stone. Between the trunks, the briars still had a freshness of summer. And the small field, that could be seen beyond, shone sweetly, all yellow and white daisies and the buttons of gold.

The tank round had been esvasiado to wash, and now again to the fountain was filling d’agoa a very clear, even downtown, where the red fish flapped in the joy of recovering your small ocean. On one of the stone benches that circumdavam the tank landed a basket full of dhal cut. And a young man on a ladder that pruned the camelias, turns Snr.a D. Joanna followed to the side of the vine.

We marched to the vine, still full of all black grape. Two women, far, soapy lavadoiro num, in the shade of large walnut trees. I shouted: Hey-there? You saw for the ahi Snr.a D. Joanna? One of the girls [347] shrieked the voice, which was lost in the broad light and fresh air.

Well, we go home! We can not smell well, all evening.

It is a fifth-bella, whispered my Prince Charming.

-Magnificent! And treated well … Uncle Adrian has an excellent foreman … Is not yours Melchior. Observe, learn, farmer! Look aquellas chives!