Winter chestnuts
Es invierno y la desnudez “fantasmagórica" de los
castaños inspira nostalgia.
En el pueblo, entre la atmósfera nebulosa y el ambiente
húmedo del suelo, entre erizos vacíos y madera decadente, brota la copa roja
brillante de la sarcoscyphas… una nota de color entre los marrones.
Enormes castaños centenarios…con sus troncos huecos que dejan entrever sus entrañas, fruto de los años...
It's winter and the
"ghostly" nakedness of the chestnut trees inspires nostalgy.
The chestnuts have
returned to the city ... the chestnut sellers have occupied their urban
corners.
At the exit of the metro there is a winter smell, an odor that
accompanies me from childhood.
In the village,
between the hazy atmosphere and the humid environment of the ground, between
empty urchins and decaying wood, there sprouts the bright red goblet of the
sarcoscyphas ... a note of color among the browns.
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