Secret Place On Pokemon Deluge

(between this poem and the photo attached have passed 37 years. But I decided to put together because I think they complement each other and also because my thoughts in this direction have not changed over time)


I do not want to be

as leaf fall

in the fall .. .

The everyone

steps to walk ...

The yellow already,

dries, it dies,

loses its smoothness,

and falls at the end. ..

feel anger,

to see all

one after the other,

the trashed no more ...

heard as crackles,

to be crushed;

she is finished,

reached its end!

look from above

leaves still green,

joyful and happy

of his youth .. .

The poor do not know

that, maybe tomorrow,

fall hopelessly

in old age ...

Alicia - Fall 1973

Fallen leaves on the way to Canyon del Rio Lobos (Soria)
October 2010