Fall we say goodbye, we left the earth covered with leaves that protect them from winter frost soil, insects and plants more sensitive.
Autumn Leaves, performed by the Banda Brasil jazz trio.
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The passage of time transforms the colors and textures of the leaves. My contribution autumnal photographs.
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The XATA, my cat observer. A week after the previous.
The XATA, my cat observer. A week after the previous.
On the same leaves the first snow fall.
And a poem to close the post and firing the fall.
CABALLERO FALL
comes, sits between us,
and nobody knows who will,
or why when he says we are filled with clouds
eternity. We talk to
serious words and speaking off his head
dry leaves in the wind come and go.
cold play with his beard.
It pays off. Torna
walking with slow steps and insurance as if it had
age.
He was fired. Goodbye! We're eager to mourn
.
José Hierro, 1947
comes, sits between us,
and nobody knows who will,
or why when he says we are filled with clouds
eternity. We talk to
serious words and speaking off his head
dry leaves in the wind come and go.
cold play with his beard.
It pays off. Torna
walking with slow steps and insurance as if it had
age.
He was fired. Goodbye! We're eager to mourn
.
José Hierro, 1947
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