White Souls

[jesse salas]

White Souls

The children's laughter jump with the cotton
of their innocents. Tiptoeing on the silver bear
of the old time,....that does not know hours nor
wears a watch. The strong carob tree offerts it's
arms to the rainbow that swing from it,
Dragging its nude feet bye the blond hair of the
the wheat,...that grow far way from the from the
blind heatred. That sheltered by its scarf of
badness,.....that crosses between the red river of
its war's. In a word with a sky that is dripping
fear and evil; on a field painted with the fingers of
peace,......to the skirt of the noble oak...small clovers
sprout raising white Souls bells of fire.
On the parchment of life,....with love unfolding
short song nightingale. Tear s of Angel of our
humanity.

Jesse Salas

 

[Mujer_azul]

White Souls

The children's laughter jump with the cotton
of their innocents. Tiptoeing on the silver bear
of the old time,....that does not know hours nor
wears a watch. The strong carob tree offerts it's
arms to the rainbow that swing from it,
Dragging its nude feet bye the blond hair of the
the wheat,...that grow far way from the from the
blind heatred. That sheltered by its scarf of
badness,.....that crosses between the red river of
its war's. In a word with a sky that is dripping
fear and evil; on a field painted with the fingers of
peace,......to the skirt of the noble oak...small clovers
sprout raising white Souls bells of fire.
On the parchment of life,....with love unfolding
short song nightingale. Tear s of Angel of our
humanity.

Jesse Salas

The symbols that you use to represent the war, the blood, La Paz, the innocence of the victims... that resistance of the threatened nature... They do of this poem something very special. you portray your Jess. soul. samples your great and noble soul... you are in all your humanity. A hug For your white soul of this blue woman

 

[Mujer_azul]

Los símbolos que usas para representar la guerra , la sangre , la paz , la inocencia de las víctimas... ese contraste de la naturaleza amenazada... Hacen de este poema algo muy especial.

retratas tu alma Jess .. muestras tu alma grande y noble ... te muestras en toda tu humanidad . Un abrazo Para tu alma blanca de esta mujer azul

 

[Mayba]

White souls it's a beautiful expression and it is more than that in your poem, our world grows with this white souls even when we can't see heaven....love your poetry and send you a big hug........​

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[jesse salas]

Mujer Azul thank You so much. for always be near Me. that really feel so good to know You are their for me. send You lots of kisses. from this lonely heart. Jess

 

[jesse salas]

Mayba thank You for Your beautiful words. and for getting here to my poem
is nice to see people undestand, what really happen in real lfe. thank You againg here. Your friend Jess

 

[ERA]

Heart felt. Dense forest of simbolism. Indeed, you paint the scene of lost paradise.

 

[jesse salas]

Era this is a poema about humanity. and the wars that man kill his own brother leaving the child inside behind. thank You por been here is an honor
Jess

 

[roska]

my English is very deficient nevertheless I understand enough, your poem is beautty.
Hug, I read to you

 

[jesse salas]

roska gracias mi amiga por llegar y dejar el brillo de tu pluma aqui entre mis letras mis saludos y respetos desde aqui Jess

 

[Vicente Prandt Gambi]

podria traducir para el español tu poema??? Creyo que eres bello, pero no lo compreendo

 

[GRECHKA LEE MALDONADO]

White Souls

The children's laughter jump with the cotton
of their innocents. Tiptoeing on the silver bear
of the old time,....that does not know hours nor
wears a watch. The strong carob tree offerts it's
arms to the rainbow that swing from it,
Dragging its nude feet bye the blond hair of the
the wheat,...that grow far way from the from the
blind heatred. That sheltered by its scarf of
badness,.....that crosses between the red river of
its war's. In a word with a sky that is dripping
fear and evil; on a field painted with the fingers of
peace,......to the skirt of the noble oak...small clovers
sprout raising white Souls bells of fire.
On the parchment of life,....with love unfolding
short song nightingale. Tear s of Angel of our
humanity.

Jesse Salas

Jesse...mi bello dejas plasmado aqui todo un deroche de sentimientos
tocando las fibras de mi corazon...muy profundo tu sentir,un placer
leerte hoy...muchos besos para ti::::

 

[jesse salas]

Vicente. gracias mi joven amigo y seguro lo traducire gracias por detenerte un saludos desde aqui Jess

 

[jesse salas]

GRECHKA Gracias mi bella amiga siempre es bueno tener tus huellas aqui en mis letras desde aqui besos mis saludos tu amigo Jess