As Caracas turns orange, flocks of macaws fly through the skies, sounding the ever-memorable sunsets of the Venezuelan capital.
The echo of his cries -which are called to be picked up at the end of the day- reverberates in the buildings, causing the Caracas resident to forget the city chaos for a moment, and give himself a smile.
The echo of his cries -which are called to be picked up at the end of the day- reverberates in the buildings, causing the Caracas resident to forget the city chaos for a moment, and give himself a smile.
My dear, @machiqui63. How beautiful life is when it is seen and touched! Wonderful details that take our breath away. I love this post. I follow you, too. Kisses.
Thanks for reading and commenting on me, kisses. Good to know you follow me!
Excelente amiga, muy buena presentacion...