A sunny Sunday morning in Los Andes Park, Buenos Aires City.
Today I went out to buy some groceries, but on the way I get lost in the park. And this are my recollections:
The crunch of the first dry leaves.
The parrots competing with the pigeons in the treetops.
The rhythmic whistle of the swings.
The barking of dogs chasing each other.
But, above all, I felt the sun dripping, creeping, passing by, licking, shining through the still green branches.