10 December 2009. And what kind of day? Gray clouds, sharp wind, lonely scattered rain...
And moments of almost sun, in keeping with this gallinaceous guitarreada. A plunky tune, with full chorus-- ponchito, little drummer, raven chick and reader... Then, from high above, the curlicue tree limb--something always gets out of hand--and a ring of pearls...
Expectations, laughter, twists of fate...
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