escucho a los pájaros cantar sus inocentes buenos días.
Observo las mentiras de los políticos que se escabullen de la justicia.
Siento la codicia del codicioso contando las ganancias por encima de todo.
busco el equilibrio
no encuentro ninguno
El escocés errante en Fuerteventura y La Palma, en inglés y español.
escucho a los pájaros cantar sus inocentes buenos días.
Observo las mentiras de los políticos que se escabullen de la justicia.
Siento la codicia del codicioso contando las ganancias por encima de todo.
busco el equilibrio
no encuentro ninguno
Musica de regueton,
pero lento y suave,
la gente esta bailando al ritmo de los tambores…
una mezcla sensual,
eletista,
elegante.
Un rumbo de colisión,
de corazones.
O votar en blanco.
Camera and notes on the game, running out of hands and it would seem options. A football match in the Mirca area of La Palma, where we find the home of S D Tenisca. A humble (or not so humble) third division club playing in group twelve, the Canary Islands.
Unusual isn that they own their ground and have a training facility, comprising a full size astro turf pitch, as well as their natural turf virgen de Las Nieves.
They are one of only two clubs whom own their own ground, the other being Mensajero, whose Silvestre Carillo stadium is to be found at the very top of El Puente, one of the main streets in the islands capital of Santa Cruz.
I have access to both grounds during matchdays owing to colaboration with local radio stations, giving them updates throughout the match...and the odd photo, for local press.
All very small time.
Not quite sure when it started,
although we were in that zone
a middle entry
Or was it just the edge?
Debris danced along the street
seeking shelter from ferocious gusts
combining danger
threateaning death
life and limb in peril.
As rain lashed down
drowning hope.
But
In time tranquility returned
the countryside norm
damage assesed
breath again
until the next blast
wakes me from this dream.