DAWN OF MY LAND

The sun is coming out by little, discovering its beauty, little by little, he is shy, only shares her beauty, the sky, will take confidence and share their yellow glow with us. Look at the dawn of my land and decime Chamigo, he does not want to be with me, sharing a matte.
Silence abounds, only the sounds of birds are heard, the whistling thrush and dove singing announcing a hot day. Chamigo that beautiful sunrise.

Iran old friends, new friends appear. It's like day, a day of life passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is that is meaningful: an important friend and an important day. (Dalai Lama)

As not get up early, as I will let lose, if SOS as hair Corrientes, Corrientes that bears his name, by the seven points of the river Parana. A If you tell Don Juan de Vera and Aragon and .fundo seat and the city of Vera town on the site called the Seven Corrientes province of Parana .. on April 3, 1588 ...... ..

As Chamigo miss the Dawn of my land
My Old

Jose Lluis Fernandez
Corrientes Argentina

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