One after another are falling,
the dry leaves,
One after another… They are faking
the ephemeral life.
One after another roll;
the dry leaves;
One after the other… Parodying
chimera, dead
Like him landscape, desolate,
you have the soul;
one after another have undone
your illusions.
Freely translation of a poem by Teófilo V. Méndez.
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Love these photos
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Thank you 🙂
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Bello a la par que triste…
Perfectas imágenes para ilustrarlo.
Abrazo.
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Muchas gracias, Ana. Espero que estéis bien, un besazo enorme.
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