Dancing on the Horizon

A thought escapes the virus, flies over the horizon dancing to the rimot of a supiro that encourages it to continue among the roses of that light that calls, continues further on the breeze that stops before life to caress the child's head.

Although time stands still asking questions, he is also one of these curious children who flood the old man with his jumps, yes, thousands of questions that join the dance.

It is the time, the one they always said would reach these days of tense calm, where everyone wants to be children, the thoughts to go with the breeze to play.

A lot of legs are one after the other in front of the place, the place moves its ropes that go through the sky, the legs although tired they also think, their thinking is next to that man who asks at home, the boy does not know about days, he only leaves thousands of questions on the table, he only asks to put his feet under the table and that his belly dances also to the rhythm of a smile.

The belly, that lady if you ask questions, as a beautiful quiceañera asks and asks to be pleased, her songs are the complaints.

Again the thought returns, on his journey he has gone to a thousand horizons, I translate his journey into a doodle.

In the face of so many things, life smiles and says that without them everything would be boring, because it makes sense to only sleep without fighting, while the struggle looms and before the fall smile as there are still altruists who are Don Quixote these days.

An old woman who leaves her smile on the scene when she acts, the one who teaches the child to laugh at the beauty that exists in Don Quixote's spear.


Don Quixote joins the days that pass through history today.

The Don from the branches watches the children walk and fights for justice, throwing affection before the war and verses that defeat the evil of an enemy that we do not see.

Taking advantage of the time before this stop to prevent the virus from advancing, I continue to show you the nature that sprouts on this Venezuelan land, almost always the rural area near my town, where I can go for a walk these days, there are not many people who Say for the routes I choose, so I do not endanger my health or that of others, since I am on the edge of the city already to take the field and walking just 100 meters, you can get houses at a distance and about 400 meters around the area where I walk, it can be said that I only walk in the great company of nature, I like to walk among the trees, hear the singing of birds and other animals that can be found around the place, people around here think I'm crazy, first because I have an antique shop, I collect something that they don't understand as a culture, or at least many of them, it is not very common to see a nature photographer, doing macro photography, hahaha, p They think and sometimes they even tell me that if I'm crazy, what are you doing there, hahaha, some also get nervous because they think I'm a kind of spy, and some have even become aggressive, so it's not so easy to be a photographer of nature around here, hahaha, but then I explain to some and those to others and they get to know what I do, sometimes I show them the photos and they are surprised what can be achieved with the camera and how to highlight small animals, although my Camera does not work the screen and I can only show them through the small viewfinder, even so they manage to see the great details of something small and well, I am forming a little culture in them.