Chiquilla-Little Girl:
Trota sobre las nubes para hacer que su paso valla en cada gota que toca el mundo.
The color of the girl makes a sigh bloom in the heart, the one that intertwined goes hand in hand with the desire to see her image forever, there, imposing, on the top of that mountain of verses.
He jogs on the clouds to make his step fence in every drop that touches the world.
Vuela, papagayo que el corazón le encanta como tu cuerpo eleva al infinito la alegría, la que danza en la fiesta de tu belleza.
The world is her, because the beauty of her laughter paints with her song a sky of caramel colors, where the sun from her kisses leaves her eyes caught in the dance she wants to dream.
Fly, parrot, your heart loves how your body raises joy to infinity, the one that dances in the feast of your beauty.
The metric gets jealous, before so much fuss that arms the hair when it waves to form your light, that sound light that sprouts in each innocent petal of an eternal second.
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.