I don´t want to belong
To the oblivious black of space
Or the black of the imposing night sky.
To the tiring yellow of a desert
Or the yellowish greatness of sand storm.
To the rusty red of an old mountain
Or the reddish mystery of volcanoes.
To the pale white of a daily fog
Or the whitish calm of the clouds.
I prefer to be part
Of the prolific soil mixture
And the blending of the air alive,
Of the mosaic of the essential blood
And the amalgamation of an eternal soul.
Guillermo García García