About the Little Blue Sphere
Location
A golden tear escapes my heart,
And memories of childhood overflow my mind,
As the colors of violets appear in the sky.
A mellifluous melody imbued in my head
And it sings of the sounds of the glorious earth:
Nothing makes my heart more at home,
Than the aggressive sea and its dancing foam.
Its salt and the bronze sand
Brushing against my mortal hands
That are privileged just to touch
A million years of life in the sand and in a conch.
A more solid wave appears
And I see a mountain perform from the mist.
Its misunderstood icy strokes,
To be rising so high in the clear sky
That only birds have witnessed with their eyes,
And only they have been wise enough to stop,
And to rest at the glorious mountain top
To acknowledge the periodical appearance of the moon
And hear its secrets in full bloom.
Nothing makes me feel more secure
Than the cold breeze and its whisper, clear and pure
Caressing softly in my ear
Of life’s mysteries, so gentle and sheer.
And it is truly incomprehensible
And marvelous and incredible
How our anatomy was built
With the right shapes and exact gears
To enable us to discover
The magical wonder that are colors.
Shades of blue and green in the streams
And the sunset reds, oranges, and pinks.
The deep violets of the flowers
Giving out its passionate powers
And the pure and silky white
Inspiring love and giving out light.
But the greys and blacks in between
Hiding from a negative connotation
Can also shine if we see
How charming they can be in occasions:
A tall dark woman by a pole
Smoking freshly and standing tall
Dressed in velvet besides a black car
Kills the flame of her favorite cigar.
Or an owl hooting in the darkest valleys
Warning strangers of the grey enemies
Screeching when a black threatening figure
Pulls a trigger but takes its picture.
Nature finds a way
To hold us like a child
And rock us back and forth
In the bright fields and in between shadows
And nevertheless I feel content
In every corner of this blue home
Because our planet is the poem
That was by many already stolen.