The Years and the Horizon (poem)

The bull, that pimp who threshes the mastranto with his fierce hooves, now notices that his sight does not reach the distance, now his gaze is shortened and he can no longer see that horizon as before, he still sings to him with that cry of queseras because he He wants, he longs to clearly see the distance. This is why the cure for us is the herb and faith in God.

The indomitable horse gallops because it gives him time, tired eyes only go little by little, following the path without giving time to time, he does not want to let this time that tells him that he is no longer a foal go quickly and pass him, he wants see clearly everything, these that are now blurred by the years. Run old horse that the filly neighs and you are still the zaino that dominates the fields.

Even the mountain is beaten by the years, now it is smaller, because it is a little more curved, but the breeze screams from a distance: those years paint gray with experience, and Matusalen knows more as an old man than a scholar, yes, the pints of the tiger they are bigger with age and only the deer is pinto when it is small, it is the teaching of copying the good to survive the challenge. The mountain with its slower years usually sees how life goes by, while she teaches her children to live with the gaze of a soft but small heart.

The years that do not pass in vain overshadow the view that is no longer as clear as before and can only take those photos, although they are no longer the same., They carry with them a child's heart, a playful heart that embraces life with tranquility but that flies through the thousand paths, those that you have to travel as always, as a child in a hurry, as a young man with passion, as an adult with passion and when the years paint the sky white, you will go with the stillness of the mountain over your eyes.

The road looks out and the foot rises to climb a hill, the step fails and in a second you fall with your face against the ground, the blood runs through your nose and it is not the blow that affects, but it hurt to know that you no longer know She is a child, or it is not known if time goes back and our steps fail, again the years that continue without stopping appear and do not warn, but the soul does not want to see it, since she is a girl who plays and does not age, a smile comes with the memories of those things and again the mountain continues its passage through the years, now look how her children are great and the thoughts of the future come when she is no longer in this world, and that's when she remembers that for that reason its remedy is the herb and the faith in God.

Who has not reached this time does not know what the mountain says, but to you that time has painted some things in white you know what it refers to, it is to see time stopped and look from there at the horizon that life has given you , the one that you still follow, being there.

Hello Earthlings, I leave that poem there, I did it yesterday, after stopping a fall that I had while walking through the field trying to take some photos for the publications, you have to see that a fall in addition to the blow makes you think of the time, years, life and the horizon. I had the nose facture and I had a small cut in it, on the septum, I did not feel the truth, I went to take care of the camera, which I thought had been damaged, while I was reviewing it, I felt the warmth of the blood running through my face, but in At that moment I only thought about the camera and it was overlooked that the rotator hit the floor, instead of sticking my hands in, my subconscious only protected the camera, although this old lady can't afford to lose it, hahaha, but the ego hurt to fall that the same falls the truth, because rarely I fall when I cross the field and see that if I have walked and passed through difficult areas where I could have fallen. Well, I dump some blood and hold the cut and after a while I will pass the bleeding and today I just have a little pain, and I came back with few photos to work and this kick in the butt that I told you, hahaha, things that happen , but I love to walk my field and you are lands, you must always be careful, I am not as young as before, hahaha although I still feel damn. But remember anyone falls, the important thing is to get up, recover and continue fighting before life, a broken person looking at nature and again I want to go along that horizon again I love to walk although the years already hide some insects from me because the view is no longer It is the same as before.