Unique expression of beauty,
admiring poet
in flower feeling, the scent
nourishes the growing light of thought.
The breeze wakes up the butterflies
that silent break the vacuum
existential lonely old man
among landscapes of emptiness.
Nature is our mirror,
reflection of our anguish that
nude aromas philosophical
from our uneasy task.
Our branches are shaken
when thought shines
a blue horizon is looming
in the top of the mountains.
A thought overcomes the anxieties
the lonely man
matures stems opening
the window to a new dawn.
Thoughts are living leaves that
they travel and fall like mustard seeds.
What a beautiful, cold see the rain fall
in the forest canopy human!
And you there, smiling with wind,
contemplating the sweetness of light
that overcomes the loneliness of the "other"
with thoughts of light ...
admiring poet
in flower feeling, the scent
nourishes the growing light of thought.
The breeze wakes up the butterflies
that silent break the vacuum
existential lonely old man
among landscapes of emptiness.
Nature is our mirror,
reflection of our anguish that
nude aromas philosophical
from our uneasy task.
Our branches are shaken
when thought shines
a blue horizon is looming
in the top of the mountains.
A thought overcomes the anxieties
the lonely man
matures stems opening
the window to a new dawn.
Thoughts are living leaves that
they travel and fall like mustard seeds.
What a beautiful, cold see the rain fall
in the forest canopy human!
And you there, smiling with wind,
contemplating the sweetness of light
that overcomes the loneliness of the "other"
with thoughts of light ...
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Expresión singular de belleza,
admiración de poeta
en flor al sentimiento, el aroma
nutre la luz naciente del pensamiento.
La brisa despierta las mariposas
que silenciosas rompen el vacío
existencial del anciano solitario,
entre paisajes de vaciedad.
La naturaleza es nuestro espejo,
reflejo de nuestra angustia que
desnuda los aromas filosóficos
de nuestro inquieto quehacer.
Nuestras ramas se estremecen
cuando el pensamiento brilla,
un horizonte azul se está tejiendo
en la cima de las montañas.
Un pensamiento vence las angustias
del hombre solitario,
madura los tallos abriendo
el ventanal a un nuevo amanecer.
Los pensamientos son las hojas vivas que
viajan y caen como granos de mostaza.
¡Qué hermoso, ver caer la lluvia fría
en el follaje del bosque humano!
Y tú ahí, sonriendo con el viento,
Contemplando la dulzura de la luz
Que vence la soledad del "otro"
Con pensamientos de luz...
By Luis I. Rodríguez
