(...)
"-the essential
is to have beach and trees and plants,
plus singing birds-. Almost alone,
we watch the waves being lifted by the southern wind. 
There is nothing,
no chores but to observe, to see
and name each thing, due not knowing
what it's called: garden shrub or little bird
with an orange breast. And to read, as we wander,
there’s only the names of the houses
-From January to January, Sunlit Nook-,
the license plate of a rare passing car,
and the whimsical signature
of a dark cloud that improvises a backlighting."

“Lugares Amenos”, Mirta Rosenberg in “El Árbol de Palabras”