[DeepL Translation - needs review] The rays of light, filtering through the branches of the virgin forest, reflected the hut like a dream.
hut like the compendium of a dream. In the shade of an aged cedar tree,
meanwhile, the strings of a guitar and a vibrant voice lulled the dawn in its timid awakening.
dawn in its timid awakening. The roar of the wild beasts suddenly disappeared, and
and the guardabarranca put away his instruments, ashamed of that rustic concert, yes, but so melodic.
conce...
