Ramon Vilanova Barcelona in 1947 The Trail at Dusk Sings Farewell Filled with Memories. How sweetly the heart remembers the days long gone. Oh the roses, your gaze... Laiden with promises. The Setting Sun Forgets Its Golden Blanket Draped Over the Countryside. From Among the Flowers in the Garden Sprout Endless Smells that Hold New Seeds. The Sun Leaves Behind a Trickle of Lig..