The Wind (poem)
My friend follows me everywhere, he always likes to hear a tune, his voice created the 5 tones and each semitone on the wings of his flight, for him the scale with which he expresses his feelings is infinite, there he is in the horizon of that new day, fly between the hands of the clouds to go to your side where you are, he is a child of perpetual age because his laughter is playful and stays by your side if you listen to her with her eyes closed and her heart open.
💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 
Today I played the guarura in the lands of Tucutunemo, I made the leaves of each tree dance, there a friend sat with broken hands, I was resting and took the opportunity to sing with all my strength, my song was heard in the Catambo, there I accompany the colors my laughter, there he is sitting watching, and I kept singing my joy in a thousand tones, I just want to look at a smile on his face in front of the mirror, to look at myself as a child forever.
That reflection that I let see, is a child that sings with the voice of a thousand tones, he goes on the wings of every flyer who smiles and the clouds rejoice when they see him play with them, I have named him: Breeze. Those call it wind and the lyrics of their song make them call it Joy. Child blows that song fills open hearts, laughs and plays that the mirror tomorrow will let you see the child of always. You are a child when you sing and smile.
Camera: Panasonic lumix DMC-FZ50.
And we will laugh
and you will sing
and reaches horizons
and we will be again, children who sing
The Wind
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.
