Cañuelo Beach (Tarifa) (Cádiz) Andalucia.

 Today I'm not going to write about a Catalan beach, but about Cañuelo beach, in Tarifa (Cadiz) Andalucia.

In this beach, we can see a soft continuity between forest and sand. Any paved road is far away. Free nakedness is mixed with swimsuits. Here we have freedom to dress or undress. Sun is reflected on the deep blue sea and on the green pines. When summer dies, winter dress landscape in gala. The Sea grows dark and It bedecks with white handkerchieves.   

Beach is longer than two hundred metres; at ten o'clock, It is immersed in a bright solitude.

At one o'clock, beach is full. Naked people, dressed people... Freedom is chaotic. Uniformity is a consequence of imposition.

We must walk along five or six quilometers to escaping from paradise and go back to the civilitation. The path follows a narrow line between the hills of a mountain steeped in beauty.

Sometimes we fear big animals that eat near path. They also fear us.

We see a big sand dune in the distance. The dune emerge from sea, and It climbs the mountain pushed by wind. As a consequence, forest is partially covered by sand.

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To the post I wrote yesterday:

Catalonia is a nation, and catalan is the language of Catalonia. All the nations need to speak in their heart's language.
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