Stilts and Cider
In between the roads and meadows of a yesterday
the sounds of a naked path lives in every step
transformes me with images or clay and sweat
Humble echoes of voices filled in every blow of the wind
each texture, each crack, every evidence
gives me a moment, a fraction
of those warm days
Learning and learning , student I am
of those routines and passions
labors of love, dreams and family unity
embracing the day to day defiant simplicity
My presence
saturated by a past period in time
with its unique identity and anecdotes
my technology returns to the page
Visiting, visitor I am
sharing its historical chapters
origins and beginnings of the plowed earth
crafting connection to my own self
There is nothing better that a shared moment
its present me enamora
