When you open the door, your eyes walk among the greens that call you to follow the flight, the one that stops to look at the wings in a kissing dance where the colors of its song combine to provide beautiful music, a sound that flutters and carries sighs
The looks, those that are time, because despite looking towards another horizon, they are a single soul chained to the joy of that world of kisses that the wind carries, message, walk far so that other souls sigh and thus can savor the nectar of the gods of those kisses of laughing lovers who dance regardless of the rest of the world since they are everything at that moment, moment, your laughter brightens each light that comes from the meeting, laughter with bright eyes touched by the spark that lights hearts at make the call of the days of love verses that shows a painter in love of that moment.
There, from a branch, you look like a curious person makes the framed portrait of love that will bring more light for another day in the toast where the cups of intertwined arms collide that a white veil has broken and marks the beginning of that story, it is there when More wings will go to find encounters that end in the reflection of that continuous mirror of life where everyone can see his portrait.
And life shows our portrait and kisses the history that repeats itself and the greens let the moment return and you look at yourself in the mirror and they let you see our face in their photography and all blind people don't understand that history repeats itself and I I only paint the scene that tells us about the kisses that bring smiles and leave small shoots that paint them and the children play again to be a portrait and the portrait is versed and the light accompanies each breeze that refreshes the hours of these days and we only we follow the path looking and the face of karleinys Sofía is reborn again from the womb that has listened to the music and we let fly a smile
When looking at the mirror of that painting, the kicks that hit my back from the belly come to mind, those movements that from inside sang an Aragonese joropo, a brush of smiles.
The land speaks, the music follows the path of that river that goes in search of the sea, its horizon, where another water awaits it to dance and be a single note that elevates life.
Hello earthlings, how are you? Today I leave you a poem that I wrote just after meditating a bit among nature, I had already walked a long time looking for protagonists for the photos I get for you, I hope you like both the poem and the photographs, they are things that I I like them and I try to share to transmit that magic that cures so many things (and look at what happens here) and she, nature, is able to cure them all with that touch that she leaves when we are in contact with her, in my case all the other things are seen as nonsense compared to the simplicity of its greatness, I hope that you also manage to be charged with that positive energy and that whistles your impulse in the face of any adverse situation that comes your way, this one should only try to go until you meet her and enjoy her great company when you can, and she is a good example of simplicity and humility, she, nature.
I say goodbye to you and I hope to be able to make another publication tomorrow, thanks for reading my doodles, the voice sends you thanks for doing it.
Nota-Note
Bilingüe: Que utiliza dos lenguas al mismo nivel o se hace en dos lenguas
Bilingual: That uses two languages at the same level or is done in two languages.
Joropo: música tradicional venezolana.
Joropo: traditional Venezuelan music.
Aragueño: persona que nace o habita en el estado Aragua, el cual esta ubicado en la zona central de Venezuela.
Aragueño: person who is born or lives in the Aragua state, which is located in the central area of Venezuela.
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.