The grass covering the soil into this cultivation of pomegranates is already too wet because of the morning rain. The trees have already gave all their fruits away. The workers have left the area for the nearby village. Into this mild environment waiting the next burst of the rain stands an observer and some scattered possibilities of meditation. Containers of reality. Keepers of some flexible and fragile notions forming or not a context standing between the eyes of the landscape drunk man and the euphoria of his shaking body. The far away mountain is partially covered by the flow of the clouds. Some thoughts fall to the earth and fertilize the trees.
