The large roof of the Villa Rica (a story and a haiku poem)

(E 'in the country ? so it was coffee plantation, 2007)

Coffee plantations (or companies), near the village of Villa Rica, picked coffee beans (if red berries seemed), top prices in Lima, Peru and elsewhere in the accessible by bus or by car only from La Merced, mostly unpaved. And people in the city not in the coffee sector working, there were trades-carpentry, mechanics, or catering, painting the house or building, orsimilar. The few shops, bars and a main restaurant, and they were all on the main road which was paved with concrete, otherwise it for eons, a dirt road. A city of ten thousand or less, surrounded in a valley surrounded by green and lush, pampered by the Andes.

In the summer morning men, women and children went to work on farms in the coffee. And when the coffee beans mature, they all rushed back to work and the streets were once againdeserted.

Small truck with boxes loaded on coffee, while children and dogs played and laughed in the area, and scattered all the other picking coffee beans in the plantation-type setting, a few banana trees in the plantation of coffee, and some youths were able to shake the tree to a bunch of bananas for the workers receive, the men were smoking pipe evening after dinner, or chew coca leaves, brought in their pockets, which are on production.

To the people of the nightstayed in a nearby city park was a way around the hotel I was a statue of a giant coffee pot in the park, the symbol for a city that seemed to disturb the new mayor for some strange reason. The children said their poems in Poetry Festival events and regular interaction between the elderly: horse racing, politics and religion. And so it was in Villa Rica

Older men with pipes lit, young women with lovers, children laughing, talking all the curbs throughout the citySidewalks, especially on Main Street, Villa Rica had to crawl all over the clean white shirt after a long day down over and through the bush, such as shrubs, the coffee plantations, coffee farms in the bushes, rows of coffee looking at you , in tangled masses. The girls put on clean pressed skirts and blouses, and down the sidewalks to go before the young men. embraced under the tree lovers.

At the end of the season for harvesting coffee beans, there wasalways a slight explosion of marriages in the city. Well, well insulated, there was great national problems that affect their lives closely, they received three newspapers three times a week, the ten-thousand.

The soul and destiny of every man you talked to open roads, like poetry, or the last sermon in the church, and the coffee crop for the coming year, everything seemed to deal in the public perception was that small town.

The city has hadhis own character. All citizens of Villa Rica was like a big family. It was a city with an invisible roof, all of whom live under. Here boys and girls have fought and fought it went to the schools themselves, form friendships long life, fell in love, got married, became a father and mother, he grew old, ill and died. So it was in Villa Rica

No: 799 (21/04/2011)

Haiku on truth

In the search for truth
They find meaning in life,
Only one childDo ?

No: 2930 (04/17/2011)

Source: http://arts-short-fiction.chailit.com/the-large-roof-of-the-villa-rica-a-story-and-a-haiku-poem.html

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