A poet of Ninety-eight A. Machado, wrote: "These poplars of the river, which accompany / to the sound of dry leaves / the sound of the water when the wind blows ..." Water, wind, leaves ... and cold. This awaits the coming days. Temperatures will fall more than ten degrees. The leaves will be the stars. Fill the streets, parks, gardens. Off against the car. Form soft carpets everywhere and impromptu.
Some say that the trees were naked when they drop their leaves. Actually stay in my pajamas. Prepare to sleep, protected and wrapped in the shell, its fleece. Discarded windows and cracks.
Leaves back in the spring, made the sun laboratories, again renewed his life to the fullest. Example of nature, rid of the superfluous in times of crisis. Write
Espronceda in "The Student of Salamanca": "Leaves of the tree falls, wind toys are / Lost Illusions / are leaves, alas, detached / Tree of heart.
