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Rarely does anyone have access to a privileged view of the city which has from this place. The feeling of being above the clouds that cover this small, but big cities, develops in the viewer a sense of freedom as the little hawk spreads its wings to glide over our heads. During the day the show is overwhelming. It's like having my hands on that city. In a second and with a little twist of my eyes, I move that being in that jungle of cement, asphalt, and smog would take me half an hour ... hopefully. In the distance, almost on the horizon, that body of water that I recognize as Lake Ilopango reflects the sun's rays. To the right, the last portion of El Espino with its intense green that reminds me of one of the few lungs of the city, although with some difficulty breathing. More to the center, the Colossus of Montserrat highlighted with this inexplicable color scheme, and just as if it were a kind of "history citadina" I'm going through one by one the monuments, buildings and structures emblematic of the great San Salvador. Falling

night, the show was intense. A nice coat of fresh air shakes my flesh, making me feel the need to cover myself with more clothes. As in any theater, dense fog often makes the scenes that cover the set, and let see her until she is at its peak. Thousands of lights twinkle in the same rhythm, like a giant heart, coupled with the buzz of the city that hides its secrets, tells us that she is alive. While

those hundreds of lights shine and are reflected in my eyes, my imagination flies over the sky of the city, collecting the dreams of others in some way in that time have a connection with me. Perhaps because he raised his eyes toward heaven, or directed toward this green mountain which strictly monitors sentinel at that moment I know there are at least half a dozen people who thought like me.

is how this town has earned a place in my heart and my memories. Unique blend of tranquility of the mountains and the indelible link with the fury of the city. The fact that he can never again have this great view, does not mean that it does not return to live that heap of feelings, knowing that at some point in my life, I will have the opportunity to live and recreate it, although in another place. Bye.

Photos: Celeste Menendez

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