This emerald-colored lake raised us.
Two little brothers running through the high vines with a kite, dirty with dirt and happy laughter, as light as that toy that swiftly flew across the vast sky and at times crossed the sun. Then we grew up, but not enough to want to leave this place of wind, light and water, too intense to forget and so arduous to tame, but inevitably ours. That is why we remain here, resilient and proud, looking at the lake and caressing this land that we love with all our hearts and that reciprocates us with this infinite and daily beauty.