Y yo me iré. Y se quedarán los pájaros cantando;
y se quedará mi huerto con su verde árbol,
y con su pozo blanco.
Todas las tardes el cielo será azul y plácido;
y tocarán, como esta tarde están tocando,
las campanas del campanario.
Se morirán aquellos que me amaron;
y el pueblo se hará nuevo cada año;
y en el rincon de aquel mi huerto florido y encalado,
mi espiritu errará, nostalgico.
From “El Viaje Definitivo”
( The Definitive Journey )
by Juan Ramon Jimenez.
Gracias por su visita / Thanks for visiting.
7 comments:
I was very moved by this entry.
I really like this portrait of the old man. The chain adds a spooky element to the scene. Nice photography.
An extremely well done photograph. The man's expression is perfectly caught.
Beautiful!
I love this portrait and the tone of the photograph. It gives me an idea for some of my future snaps which I always use colour with my photos. Thanks for the photo and the idea!!
Wonedrful piece of writing, wonderful photo and great music. Very touching, especially today. Thank you.
this is a superb portrait. I really like the spirit you capture in it
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