in the nature
Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes
So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the view of Brest, days it is the most beautiful city in the world, sometimes it is a city of big idiots,
There I park on a strike, with a cd of samba (the schools of the carnival) it makes me think that the Brazilians are crazy, so there is energy in this music,
And there it is magic, a fox passes five meters from my car motionless so and disappears on the beach, my adventure is just beginning
I move and drive to the Bendy, I stop, there a doe disappears before my eyes in a field (weak light, but I note the white tuft on the rear train)
I still walk a minute, to have clearer ideas, then drive to the village of Logonna Daoulas
There I am on the same field as the other day, samba music, deep down, a doe stands straight and fixes the car, it’s very beautiful,
Engine on I remain to look at her, she is not afraid, I lasted two minutes and I cracked, do not frighten the animals, I am still four hundred meters from the village,
I rush to the national, then decides as if by a magical intuition to make a detour through Irvillac, it’s not Chicago, friends, just a small Breton village,
and there better than the scene of fire of Atlanta in "gone with the wind", I see at about thirty meters, three deer with the tail leu leu, all three at the top of the field, in full contrast with the sky, on the horizon line, alas, I had not taken my camera, what regret (they continued their way, in single file (queue leu leu en français) on the crest of the field, really bright)
I left and a kilometer further between Irvillac and Daoulas, I see a fox jumping in a field, he was hunting visibly I stopped, he was afraid and just drove off as fast as an arrow, let’s say that all this put me in shape, I have the impression that with spring, nature takes over
Let us take care of this nature, let us no longer expand fields to infinity
Good Sunday the on earth my friends
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Yann Rolland
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