Wanting to be generous
you're getting heavy,
as the cool shade tree
with old and tired limbs.
Gardener friendship
office obsolete and forgotten,
you, who teach grow
withered values.
Labrador rose of love,
carnations are crying ...
Why people do not sing,
why they hate brothers ...?
Scented peace
planting work with passion,
the dawn of your hands nobles,
seeds tender embrace.
Without you, no joy,
everything is empty, false;
you call black sheep,
keep heat in your wool.
in winter to warm
and share with my brother,
that pride has gone,
to your garden, humility and charm.
In spring suppliers
the water that fills the lake,
cheerful daisies dance
with the wind of the hand.
poppies, rock rose and rosemary,
to the gate called,
from the southern fields,
this came north.
The gardener dressed,
smiling and handsome,
get the thistle slender
two camellias arm.
Bells
spring
new tunes are playing,
nemorosa for carpets,
guests walking.
Geraniums are palms,
chorus, reeds and licked;
lilies ladies,
Daffodil they talk.
Y la flor de azahar...
con el lirio conversando,
a componer versos van
en cuarteta rimando.
-¡ Mis naranjos en Sevilla,
por este evento he dejado. !
-Yo, mis praderas del valle,
por estar hoy a tu lado.
The meeting in the forest,
is coming to an end;
and entranced the gardener,
so much love concentrate ...
stares at his hands ,
How could I do ...?
will continue cultivating friendship and verses,
although call me heavy.
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Poetry: Antonio Morales Doncel-Moriano
Video made by: Rafael Romero Hidalgo
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