Carraipa

In order to define to Carraipa it is necessary to say that it is a beautiful piece of earth, drawn by the brush of God in the clear linen cloth of its infinite wisdom. Danny Meyer contributes greatly to this topic. When I listen to speak of Carraipa they ignite my emotions because one is a place that I associate to my better memories, from the early age when you fold in them of my memory began to lodge histories, the anecdotes and the stories good counted those who had had the privilege to know it. Carraipa is the crossing of the ways that go for all parts. For Riohacha, the satately city of Peninsula; for Albania and Cuestecitas, the places of the present and the future, Valledupar the Earth where Scallion caused that the life became beautiful songs. But Carraipa is a way that also leads the happiness, a happiness represented in the face of beautiful children whose smile of approximates us to innocence to the inmarcesible glory of God. Also by Carraipa it is arrived at the doors of the friendship, because the sincere smile of his men and women, his warm greeting and his brotherly hug makes us feel as if we were of the family.

I believe that he is right to say that in Carraipa nobody is foreign, neither foreign nor strange, because all that at its ground arrives is received like one of theirs. In Carraipa the golden sun of all the centuries and all the millenia, illuminates to the mother earth and it gives the vital stimulus him so that it brings forth from his entrails the green vigorous solid and with which the nature propagates its energy to offer its delicious fruits generously us, his abundant harvests and their pleasing welcome. Carraipa, the Earth of the stone curlews, is also the noble Earth of people and worker whose hands have constructed with a full place of pleasing and in the future amiable hope in which the men and women will be able to embrace peacefully and will continue writing proud the renewed history of harmony, profits, conquers and development.

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