Appreciated "hivers". The tree has been one of the objects of poetry and other forms of artistic expression for an indefinite time. It is part of my permanent motivation and of what I have published in printed or electronic versions; so I always return to it. Here are three of several photos of myself and an unpublished poem, previously published in Spanish and now in English.

_{Own photo, taken on the road to "Las Puertas" (Edo. Monagas, Venezuela), 1999.}

Permanence of tree

Breathe into the tree
the wet destiny
of the earth.
In his trunk,
on its leaves,
there are births
and deaths.

_{Own photo, taken on the road to "Las Puertas" (Edo. Monagas, Venezuela), 1999.}

In the clean air
of the moran tree,
grateful, the birds,
and then
are no longer.

_{Own photo, taken on the road to "Las Puertas" (Edo. Monagas, Venezuela), 1999.}

The tree is still there.
Just the tree.
with their earth inside.

Photos taken with my (non-professional) Kodak EasyShare CD82.

Thank you for your kindness.