Going up the hill
between rocky ground and undergrowth,
a tree grows huge
with masterful nobility,
his presence does not scare
with fragility does not count,
his science is toughness
and his honor is patience.

What a strong carob tree!
imposing its height,
its dried fruits
and dusty inside
with selfless accent
they saturate the breath with an indefinite aroma.
What a fibrous tree!
timber bark
Giant and beautiful that adorns the landscape!

In the white clouds
back in the fall
from time to time they give off
some mature leaves.
I saw her from the height
dragged into the sky
Did you see her fly?
Oh nice!.

I also know
that this autumn breeze
meanders the valley
far away, in the pajonal
where a cicada
with deafening sound
liven up the atmosphere,
people feel it
you should have heard it.

How wonderful to see it!
to the giant carob,
if you see it, don't be scared
do not sing your loneliness.
From age to age
they are like those men
that turn to stone in the deserts
or in the stony ground of his silence.
© Alexis Hidalgo