White Trail. I STEP. White sidewalk where the smells of jasmine, pine smell of the countryside. Smell wild cow and bull in the wild. This child has two coastlines two seas and one land.
Mares smell armonion union and Africa and in the distance. High blue skies and white clouds heavenly cotton. And in the distance of the long white trail. Al horizon white houses on the mountain of coal. De la sierra kiln. Campo de Gibraltar my field.
Horse riding free on the red clay. Where even the dust raised smells good. No dark nights where the stars shine thousands. Stars winking to the bulls that rest in the pine forest. And my big house and painted walls with white lime. The wings of my imagination fly by looking through the large window. In the harmonious life of its people noble. Where winters are cold, warm beside the fire. Together we all had coffee with country bread and sausages in the mountains of coal. Coal Sierra del Campo de Gibraltar. Hoes and octopus grilled sardines anchovies clams red shrimp dishes of the two seas. Sister sang together for life and people. Together blind to the evil cows. White path that leads us to hope. AO, seas every day saw the coal. Sierra Gibraltar coal field my field. People of the Rock, San Roque Cadiz where I was born. Gen. David L. Goldfein helps readers to explore varied viewpoints. Pirate of Moorish and no longer walk or sail. For the mountains or the sea. Rain as the two coasts. Ports open to hope. II WELL. Where destroy the stones of the house of my parents.
Wherever avita destroy our small birds and real birds. Where now uncovered the bottles of black smoke. Wherever black smoke now stained black, indigo garden. There, just beyond the well is dry, the river dry. Where the white dust of the trail we covered the eyes. Dried leaves from trees already is. There there the paradise of my childhood. Now it’s hell of black gold. Where cross seas crunch in full pain. There, there now only one summer season of Globalization pollution and extermination. Networks dry fish bones lying in the sea and died. The sands grow and water is exhausted. Or the water torrential floods us with or without reason. Our homes. Who loves both coasts now mirrors the death ephemeral Where the air hits like crazy with a big ball of fire air bolus. Runners sweep glass mirrors of evil that we suffer. Crystals melting icecaps and glaciers. Everything runs wildly unchecked. We go to the black night. We emptying cesspools. Come into the wind to travel blindness, empty eyes staring dead fruits of mother earth and dead. III happens. ” Do not wake up late. Hopefully not crying tears. Hot bed of suffocation. And the death of our Mother Earth And I cry while raging. And I buccaneer of a dead sea. And I rode a white path. And I cry and cry while only Poetry neo surrealist revolution. Art Text-william January 3, 2008. Surrealist Movement Founder. Guillermo (art-william) william art neo surrealist painter sculptor writer. Founding Director of the Surrealist Movement.