The afternoon is my memory.

The gentle stroll along the bank of the Orinoco draws me in with its special moment of the waters rising to meet the cultivated land. Yes, the memory where my soul resides is growing with the depth of my life's channel.

Here on this path, the eternal light of life from the evening's afterglow offers me the pleasure of enjoying the scent of damp earth. The breeze arrives with its cheerful song of playful birds that greet the watchful stars with kisses on the vast canvas of infinity.

I give thanks to life for receiving this gallery of river art. The visual aspect bursts forth with its contrasts of colours. They stand still in space, reflecting in the mirror of the Orinoco that which is simply sublime. How I long to be embraced with you in the treasure chest of your ancestral universal vestige.

Grateful for your visual reading…