Hello humans of the oniric world, in this bored day, I wanna talk about my best holiday that I had, however, I don't remember almost nothing of that journey.

I was 9 years old, my aunt and my cousins invited me to travel with them for a week, the place chosen was the beach of "Los ViIlos" in the region of Coquimbo.

During the trip, my health was complicated, due to a hamburger in poor condition, I vomited so much that I ended up staying asleep. Despite this, I managed to recover and continue the journey.

Arriving at Los Vilos, the first thing I did was go to the beach, playing near the old pier and see the old railway lines.

At night I went to walk with my older cousin on the beach, During the day we were going to a nearby ecological reserve. I liked to watch wild birds fly.

Sometimes I think that creative freedom is like those birds, if this  really exists, there will always be a closure to protect oneself from the enviroment, so, there is not freedom.