Mientras el cielo
no se olvide de llorar,
hay esperanza.
Ya la tierra rogaba
por la vida que sustenta
en abundancia.
Las primeras gotas
empezaron a temblar
y el canto de las aguas
sonaba en alabanza.
Aspira este olor
a tierra mojada,
que es como nuestra madre
nos dice que nos ama.
Que mientras las ranas
se ponen a cantar,
en el estanque artificial
los patos nadan…
Poesía y fotografía
@saulos
Whereas the sky
don’t forget to crying,
there is hope.
The earth was already begging
for the life it sustains,
galore.
The first drops
began to tremble
and the song of the waters
sounded praiseworthy.
Breathe in this smell
of wet ground.
Because that is how our mother
tells us that she loves us.
That while the frogs
start singing,
in the artificial pond,
ducks swim…
Poetry and photography
@saulos
At ever end there is a tunnel there is always hope in all circumstances
"`Hope never dies"
Exactly
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