Sense of Beauty, otro poema en ingles...

“Sense of Beauty”

Painted mountains in the sky, on the ground, in the trees
Painted mountains full of beauty, colours and shades
That thrills anybody who sees them.
Great clouds near them, on top of them
Blocking the brownish entrance to an unknown mystery world

I can barely see the last image of the sun
Its remains, telling me good-bye
The last trace of light, going away
To a special place, where birds remain

Beautiful creatures going somewhere in the sky
Looking at us, with their tricky style
Going upper and upper like helium balloons
Full of fantasy, fantasy in blue

Green. That’s the colour my eyes see
Green leaves, gorgeous trees
You see their veins from here
Their big and bloody veins

I can feel the love coming from here
The bright and cheerful atmosphere
Smiling, welcoming, flirting at me
With all its charm and happiness

I can touch the love when I hold a leave
When I observe an animal, an insect
And its amazing tricks
I can hear the turtle’s sound

Only, only if I think,
I will have love
Only if I apreciate what’s around me
I will start feeling the love coming from it