The boulevard Writing goes beyond the limits of the personal mark of this idyllic place, near my village. Not more than three kilometers away, I felt that looking and calming down, to feel good, gives meaning to life, above all selfishly, to my life, in relation to my place. The landscape is transformed, the light decreases a few meters before, the end is not seen. The bend in the distance makes me guess that it continues after. This feeling is repeated as the first time I met him, back in my eighth year. The first trees, a little more knotty than the following ones, hold the buttress of branches, leaves and iridescent reflections that sneak between them, with the breeze. even though they are quite thick, the blue patches of any sunny or greyish sunset in which you make this walk flash, yes, higher up. Even in memories is one of the images that stand out in memory. It comes to you suddenly, as an adult, what you have read, those places of epic romances with magi...