¡The Cloclí Has Returned!

They cross the sky of the Valle in small groups, they go around the rivers and ponds first thing in the morning, they overfly the forest and the harvest, they spend the afternoon on the palms while the horizon gets dyed and at the end of the day they climb the slope to rest in the mountain, in some warm cliff. They pass again the coclies around Roldanillo.

This place holds culture and tradition in every corner; the streets tell stories about warriors; over the sunset we can read the rhymes of poets and the wind that goes down from the mountain gives brush strokes to the walls…. Along with the coclies, the magic has returned to flutter. The inspiration touches our window and we wake up every morning with eager to fill every corner with our dreams and passion.

Our hands plant big gardens and the Clocí comes to them, as our Gorrones ancestors knew very well, announcing the time of fruits and harvest.