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By the mountain range
Looking far away
I saw a white autumn cloud
clearing the way
to give way
at the entrance of the expected winter.
—Look at what courtesy
of that autumn-winter space !;
far from fantasies
recognize space-time
to look for.
Between bayahondas and cardossantos
the slope goes up
until you get to nap
I receive the company
of a stray dog
with his lost gaze
points the way away.
These roads already forgotten
they are paths of yesterday
that invite us to pass
to see which vestige
it has to focus.
No science needed
just love and conscience
we have to count;
let's save the appearance
to the carpet of the pajonal.
#poetry #nature #natural #art
© Alexis Hidalgo
I saw a white autumn cloud
clearing the way
to give way
at the entrance of the expected winter.
—Look at what courtesy
of that autumn-winter space !;
far from fantasies
recognize space-time
to look for.
Between bayahondas and cardossantos
the slope goes up
until you get to nap
I receive the company
of a stray dog
with his lost gaze
points the way away.
These roads already forgotten
they are paths of yesterday
that invite us to pass
to see which vestige
it has to focus.
No science needed
just love and conscience
we have to count;
let's save the appearance
to the carpet of the pajonal.
#poetry #nature #natural #art
© Alexis Hidalgo
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