Giraffe Orchid








Van Gog's ears protrude from his long neck, on that canvas the traces of a flowing snail paints the hope of a long-necked lady who grazes in the thicket, the greens intertwined with the music of a Savanna turpial, are that crowd of foals dancing on the chest.
A lady paints the sky, it is beautiful in her smile that she lets bloom when she sees her gift, this gift that the walker leaves her.
Simplicity is where the nectar that feeds the fairies flies, the one that gives life to the beaver and leaves it the fuel to walk the trails, those trails that others hate for being the one that does not give them slaves, if not that they let free fly.
Wind, you who today are free, continue writing the doodles so that they fly to your side and put honey on the table of these ladies who love to see the painting of a crazy lover of the tazos, knight errant without rocinante, but who can bring the nectar to your eyes with the passion of Don Quixote.
Lady, you raise children, make them the knight of a new story.

Do not feel ashamed for saying the beautiful things you feel, sometimes you need to hear them, not just imagine that someone feels them, so let love blossom in your hearts and it will multiply, infecting those around us with positive things, fight against it. world that wants humans without humanity, it is not easy but fight and be the flower that scent your home.

Lent: Leica 1: 2.8-3.7 / 7.4-88.8.
Location: Villa de Cura.




