Nature (poem)
Let the horizon be seen, that is when he sings, that song that catches you and makes you go to his arms, with its beauty lets you fly on the wings of that butterfly that appears in the time of its verses, the subtle verses that they breathe on the green cups of thousands of drops of sighs, those that run through the leaves in front of your eyes.
He calls you to follow the path, one that speaks differently in each step, that step that takes you to the world of Alice and her wonders, the rabbit lets you follow it to that world where the birds dictate the letters to you so that their song rings out over the Koran of the world: world wakes up. That is what his chorus says as the notes fly and try to cheer up the throbbing that even when asleep are in the dream world where most men live, dreams far from the sweet way that the mother offers to the hearts that awaken and listen to their singing. He resists, the dream does not want to let us go flying on the roads where the beauty of immense simplicity is breathed, the one that kisses us on the forehead.
Time stands still while we are awake, looking at the immensity of the dancing tones, the skirts ripple in that stomping of the joropo, that is what they play in these lands, yes, each place plays at its own rhythm because the music it lets hear is that of his land, a universal son that speaks a thousand languages.
The Creole in the midst of his madness hears the voices, there are several, depending on the way, but he is a single mother who expresses her verse in the steps that the madman walks in his love, love that sighs and sings, he only writes his doodles and try to make yourself understand it by infecting yourself with the verse that love, love, yes, love, the energy that moves the world, the one where nature invites you when it sings.
In a flower inhabits her beauty, she calms in a hurry the innocent human who believes that the world owes her everything, yet she forgives him and calls him each time with the tenderness of her innocence.
If we raise our faces to heaven, the raindrops will clean our faces and reveal the new path.
Lent: Leica 1: 2.8-3.7 / 7.4-88.8.
Location: Villa de Cura.
Original photographs of willsaldeno, I do not edit the photos, because I like to put only what I achieve with the camera and not something improved with an editor.
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