When the Rain Comes ( Poem )
The earth, there she lets listen to the throbbing in her belly, in silence, that silence of millions of notes that cover a poem written with sensations, the eyes sigh while the pupils dream of breathing the smell of wet earth, The ladies who approach They fly and come closer, perching on a nearby tree, and there to let their joy be heard, yes, it is there where the wind kisses everything with its cold embrace, a lulling one because he shoves his wedge and shelters that moment.
Today it has rained, after a long time without water caressing the body of his beloved, she misses him, because he wants to see the seed of his belly bloom, green will be born all over the horizon of that meeting of loves where we can see the light shine , the one that splashes yellow to paint it with life, life begins to beat while listening to a conserve of elementals that dressed in Guacharacas offer that song on arrival, it is beautiful to see how in song it increases every day that the drops touch the notes.
Mother, your love is so great that time goes through to reach the soul, you are a child who watches your kite fly, that kite has no cock and sings, my kites fly with the wet feathers of that kiss that the rain left behind, She is reborn in every step that she turns, they are doodles that if you close your eyes you will be able to hear that song of thousands of notes sing, those that only few listen to but the one who does it can feel how their throbbing feeds and that's when it is again child who palipata in the belly next to the whole.
The madman, today is madder with love for little Venezia, says a brother who gave birth to another land, he, @ unique.sprit, says: You may be crazy, but it is crazy good. He knows how to fly through the clouds, because he also paints works with his flying brush, he also loves the earth.
Every time the rain is coming, the wind sends its message in the perfume of the soft breeze, close your eyes and breathe child so that you are a child forever.
The whole little face that runs through the patio of that house, playfully makes mischief and jumps that jumps, with his legs blasted, they are full of dust that before the drops were dressed in mud, his aroma carries away that smell of joy of a new time, where you can run free in the wind to reach horizons, the horizons of these new greens that will be born, and they will also play, and they will fly and in your mother's hands they will leave a bread under your arm to give you your kids, so let the kids play to paint a smile on your face.
Today, it is a holiday, a joropo makes the espadrille ring on the wet ground, it is the party sound with which the earth dances, celebrates the arrival of his love this day of drops on it.
Lent: Leica 1: 2.8-3.7 / 7.4-88.8.
Location: Villa de Cura.
