About the rain. There were a few weeks raining without stop. Not this kind of rain strong and fast which hurts you and make the soil run down the hill, but this soft and tender rain, nearly inaudible by the hears, nearly unnoticeable by the skin, nearly indistinguishable by the eyes which soddens as the roofs as the ground and shows up shimmers, that you couldn’t know existing, on all the things. Note: This is the start of a more long text, it is a bit poetic. Thank you so much in advance for yours corrections and over all, for yours comments.