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.