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prodigious Scene near Paso Arauca. Edgar said he had at least 50 who did not see that beauty

Arauca In Step with the Devil could not Florentino. This was stated without Fleitas Beroes Germain and I believe him, as I also think Arvelo Torrealba when located the famous epic of counterpoint in Santa Ines. The myth has many more prairie, as poets sing it. And it could not be otherwise, in the case of wandering balladeers and legends shared in the immensity of these places I visit yesterday. From the hand of Edgar Colmenares del Valle, a small team of Culinary Research Center of the images read from notes Uney Gallegos, jugglers or just heard a dream after look at some picture of the great river.

As the tango: in caravan memories go. Thus, Toto arrived in Lima with its dawn smelling Castellanos mastranto and poet in a photo from when he was confined in San Fernando de Apure in the 30's. Also reached a poem by Luis Barrios Cruz to enter dungeon and all the Creole Silva yesterday when we watched the tide has fallen (the plain) and the wave that falls (heaven). Earlier, in Ortiz, advented Palm Sunday complete with procession and all. The literary landscape in full swing. Until the priest and the sacristan, "said Amen thinking about something else", arrived. Immediately a dead house, as an intact control erosion novel, we imposed its presence. Won

plenary indulgence in the church of Ortiz, reboot the way Camaguán. We expect Arnaldo Acosta Bello and some verses of Canto elemental fifties. We stopped to see the Portuguese, whose waters were born to Manuel Bermudez, and academic as ranger as our guide. Also waiting for us pandehornos in threads and empanadas (stuffed with a delicious sweet this time it was banana) and, of course, birds ... Finally, distances and loans. Herons and water. In that we are from the Sunday morning.

different landscape awaits us: the gourmet. Apureña Easter is rich in slug, capybara and tortoises. Today we are going to Cunaviche, where Gallegos was never. When we drive back to Atacaima San Rafael, to visit one of the best markets in the country river. We still ringing in the mandolin master Carmelo cunavichero Araca, while watching a heron palette, plump into the pond. Good sign, no doubt, for this first foray into the bush.

(These notes were made in the phone book Monday morning April 18, 2011. The transcribed as is)