En lo profundo del crepúsculo, estás allí.
Se fue el conticinio, me quedo para esperarte.
Aquí en la orilla, para escuchar tu rítmico diafragma.
La luna está próxima al encuentro, con la estrella.
Vuela en la urdimbre el presagio, embestida de la sorpresa.
La brisa predomina, las garzas vuelan buscando el refugio.
El ámbar de los plumajes se camufla en la presencia vespertina.
El pleonasmo del claroscuro, llama a volar en el vitral.
Siempre estoy en el puerto y a la misma hora.
Sueño en esta feliz y agradecida aventura, siempre estás aquí.
El puerto es el nicho de lo real, de lo posible.
El viento navega hacia lo infinito, allí germina el instante y la eternidad.
El plasma del alma del río me cobija con los peregrinos arrullos de los luceros que vuelan con las mariposas.
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The afternoon plasma.
Deep in the twilight, you are there.
The countdown is over; I stay to wait for you.
Here on the shore, to listen to your rhythmic diaphragm.
The moon is close to meeting the star.
The omen flies in the warp, a surprise attack.
The breeze prevails; the herons fly in search of refuge.
The amber of their plumage camouflages them in the evening light.
The pleonasm of chiaroscuro calls them to fly in the stained glass.
I am always at the port at the same time.
I dream in this happy and grateful adventure; you are always here.
The port is the niche of the real, of the possible.
The wind sails towards the infinite, there the moment and eternity germinate.
The plasma of the river's soul shelters me with the pilgrim lullabies of the stars that fly with the butterflies.
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The afternoon plasma.
Deep in the twilight, you are there.
The countdown is over; I stay to wait for you.
Here on the shore, to listen to your rhythmic diaphragm.
The moon is close to meeting the star.
The omen flies in the warp, a surprise attack.
The breeze prevails; the herons fly in search of refuge.
The amber of their plumage camouflages them in the evening light.
The pleonasm of chiaroscuro calls them to fly in the stained glass.
I am always at the port at the same time.
I dream in this happy and grateful adventure; you are always here.
The port is the niche of the real, of the possible.
The wind sails towards the infinite, there the moment and eternity germinate.
The plasma of the river's soul shelters me with the pilgrim lullabies of the stars that fly with the butterflies.
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FUENTES / SOURCES
Las muestras fotográficas tomadas con mi teléfono realme Pro 7 son de mi propiedad patrimonial. || The photographic samples taken with my realme Pro 7 phone are my property.
Idioma: Post escrito en español y traducido al inglés con la ayuda de DeepL || Language: Post written in Spanish and then translated into English through DeepL.