In its origin the Arabs call it "lack
of water".
Cheerful in silence and protected from his back by winds and
aggressions, the great mountain has given space. They were still few those
who lived there.
Warm afternoons at departures from Barbastro, tunnels intermittent
between cliffs and forced point to look up.
Skies of cotton to the horizon, blue sky behind the haze and
nuances in violet as bursts of will survival to the future.
Uncertain nebula of the towns without population that they maintain
their beauty by refusing to abandon themselves.
Dr. Abad
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