Many times in my memory I remember Solano Bay bringing to mind the memory of those dirt roads and its infinite shades of green. It seems to me that I can still hear the chirping of the birds and in my imagination, I return to all those moments of my childhood, when we refreshed ourselves in the waterfalls and ran in that bay with its own life and its own history. I remember the huts' stone stoves, the sun wishing to filter itself through each of the corners, the wild flowers and the lullaby of the waves that, in its constant motion kissed the sand in a dance accompanied by the murmurs of the water in its continuous movement. I still seem to perceive the smell of damp earth after the rain, the aroma of the flowers mixing with the salt of the sea, and I think I can hear the patter of torrential rains on the roofs. If I could turn back the time, I would love to capture that bay in an image and add the colors that my young eyes retained because for those that love nature, Solano...

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