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“You’re as strong as a ceiba and as flexible as a royal palm. You will withstand gusts of wind without cracking, roots firmly planted in the soil and leaves reaching to the sky.”
Your heart is not well, but your heart is strong. It will survive all that comes.
Each of you will remain silent. Each of you will carry your stories with you.
They swapped green pastures for palm trees.
reserved men from the mountains, tight-lipped and serious, accustomed to the white of the snow, the green of the fields, and the gray of the stones,
These developments made her generation impatient; they could not handle uncertainty, and any slight delay became a slow torture.
Technoogy vs writing
it was like suddenly seeing things from the other side of the fence.
aroma of cocoa, coffee, gardenia, and jasmine began to mix with the smell of saltpeter.
amazing the different cultures in such a small place,”
The island had been Portuguese until Portugal swapped it with Spain for other territories. Spain wanted its own source of slaves
“Ah! And the palm trees! Do you know any other tree where everything can be used?
“They look like columns holding up the world,
They are our symbol of resilience.
Clarence made out the white paint on the trunks of some enormous royal palm trees rising up into the sky like sacred guardians,
Royal Palm tree ave
“The fact that my father was a colonist doesn’t mean I have to walk around asking for forgiveness—”
Before it was the cocoa, now it is the oil.” “Blasted natural sources,”
these resources could mean progress for a nation?
the majestic palm trees whose feet were painted white up to a height of about two meters. Each palm was barely a meter apart from the next. They formed two parallel rows, which were separated by a dirt avenue and seemed to meet at a point in the distance.
Insect protection also white is a way if a beetle on trunk a bird could eat it
One day they will all disappear, and there will be nobody to tell the generations to come about palm trees in the snow.”
“The family is like the forest,” he had told her. “If you are outside it, you only see its density. If you are inside, you can see that each tree has its own place.”
“We are finally together, the cocoa and the snow,”
independence of both the continental part and the island.
That the footprints of the people who walked together never, never fade away.
