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And, in the seven day, God rests!
Before the sunrise, he decided to go down to the Earth and see the wonderful that he have made...
Absentminded with the sound of the seagulls and the whispers of the sea, he let the waves play with his foots, and try to forget the years that have passed behind.
One by one, stars arrive, smiling to the darkness that were all around the world.
The Moon , ashamed, spy in the sky...
- Moon, my beautiful moon? - God asks - Don't you have to take your place with the stars?
- Sorry God. I'm so tired... I was playing with the sun all day, hiding from his powerful rays. All I want is to rest...
God Felt sorry for the Moon.
Look to the earth and whisper to the wind that arrive from the east...
By magic, the valley, that was only that before, became a little mountain, that raise high until the sea.
- Here is your bed! When you get exhausted you can leave the sky and rest in this mountains. The Mountains of the Moon... The Mountains of Cynthia!*
And that became forever.
Vera Cardoso Chumbinho In "Sintra Mágica"
* Cynthia was the name that the Celts call to Sintra, in Portugal.
This is beautiful Vera, thank you so much for sharing this magical story with us.
BeSmiles,
11:41 AM CST