In the reflection of that corner where the voice hid as a child, that voice that asks me for the spirited song of my field, highlighted in a verse with the flavor of a mastrantro sabanero, that corner flourished today, because the breeze carries the smell of Creole verse of This peasant, who turns his field in the colors of the flowers that fly in the cloud. Yes, there in the corner is where the shadows are reborn that now make me highlight the light so that it is a bluff for a new day.
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Camera: Panasonic lumix DMC-FZ50.
It is the child's voice that sings, with a song of smiles, that rhythmic rhythm that raises the dust in the joropo dances where the skirts flap and the espadrilles ring, brightening the entire estuary.
Come on, carajito, follow the path that marks the horizon, go, make a thousand paths of laughter for the new children who will tread this land, let the letters fly through the four winds of life, and create that path wide to the flowers of candies, those that you gave to your mother on her birthday and that multiply the beauty that you see among the green fairies.
Even if you are 100 years old, the child is inside, it is only a matter of showing the caramalos so that he flourishes.
Hello earthlings, it is me again, hahaha, I keep writing for you, I hope you can bear me (nope I am easy to understand) but if you open your mind those letters will surely come because I have written them in an encrypted language for you, I opened with that poem Because I want the roads to open, as it is said here when we want to call the good vibes and since we are joy, I will give you joy. A few days ago I was with my mother and we were with the family, we shared a beautiful day (it was Father's Day and they had smoothed out the quarantine) we took advantage and humbly celebrated as much as we could financially, but yes, it was a very beautiful day, but everything This I tell you is to reach the magic moment: there at the end of the day in my mother's patio, which borders a mountain, in half light, because it only had a light bulb a little far away, all in a circle, we started calling to all so that each one could express how he was and how he felt on that day, but the magic of that moment was that I am the one who always gives a few words and that day it had happened to me and my sisters took the initiative to call to this beautiful custom (a custom has been created now to do this in the family) that I felt joy when I saw this happening and I listened in silence until each one finished his words (they said almost everything) it was a very special moment and I touched myself speak to me.
It was at that moment that when they had said almost everything, I came to my senses and without thinking I let myself go and said my words: What kind of special people are we (the Venezuelans) all, despite the great difficulties we are going through We look at life with a smile, always in a good mood and accompanying with a joke every bad thing that happens to us (and look if bad things have happened in the country) but people are changing, at least in my family and Those close to us who were gathered that day are clearly optimistic about life, and despite everything we always go forward looking for a positive return to things (of course one always falls a little, but we get up quickly) all this reminded me the table, as a child we always met to eat and at each meal we talked, each one had his place and that was his place, that throughout life and there is always room for others at our table, that was the example that my mother taught us and Seeing that circle in the middle of the light, life made me happy and that example always helps me to overcome things when they get negative, because I remember that we do not know why things happen, if it is to prevent something in the future, and we we anticipate events, that's why you should look at life like this, with a smile even at the worst moment.
A plague of worms has been unleashed that has exterminated the corn crops and attacks other plants, if anyone has read my previous publications in some, I speak of the fact that I have spent my last time trying to create a garden in my lands, and this It has hit, I fight in a natural way to control that plague, also the white fly attacks my planting of beans, those black beans that is one of the favorite food here in my country, I also mentioned that I do not use chemicals or poisons, I only use natural repellents of weeds, but this I say so that they know that even so I do not think that this plague is bad, I think that it is nature saying something and it may be that I plant other types of plants or vegetables that are more resistant to these plagues, so I am going to investigate a little, of course the bad thing is that I cannot choose what to plant, I only grow what is within my reach, but well I go there little by little and I already look at other plants that I planted and they are beautiful, although still small because I am going up, I will try to get bananas in various spices to plant, but everything costs money and I also lack a vehicle to move to where some friends who can sell me the seed or children of Cambur, the main space that I want to plant, there is another It is called topocho which is very resistant and I also love it, hahaha, I want everything, but well little by little.
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Well, I always hold on to nature, it is my passion, what I like and where I love to be, there among the greens and yellows of my mother, that always gives me strength and that I try to transmit to you, yes, believe and you will see that she gives us that positive energy that we need to always be filled with the good vibes. Up to here I come today with a little more of my crazy history, my life and I hope you like what I tell you, because I always listen to the voice and write what it says, because that comes from there from consciousness, and that awakening that each day grows, in itself love, the positive energy that moves this world.
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.
It is part of the natural way that enjoying the butterflies means allowing or living with the hungry caterpillars. The butterfly is never "free" in that sense... devoured someone else's garden to come to you. The Cycle of Life. Bitter sweet but always enriched by love and awareness.
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