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Lo que observo más allá de la imagen
El protagonista de esta semana es un poni blanco (posiblemente un caballo miniatura o Shetland). Tiene un pelaje que parece suave y, sobre todo, destaca por su crin (melena) muy abundante y larga, que le cae sobre la frente tapándole parcialmente los ojos, dándole un aspecto muy “peludo” y simpático. El poni lleva puesta una manta o capa de color azul brillante con bordes y correas en azul oscuro. Un detalle importante es que la manta tiene manchas de tierra o suciedad en el costado visible, lo que indica que ha estado en contacto con el suelo.
Lo que me hace sentir la Imagen
El animal está tumbado sobre la hierba (decúbito esternal, es decir, sobre su pecho y barriga, aunque ligeramente inclinado hacia un lado). Tiene las patas delanteras dobladas y estiradas hacia el frente, y la cabeza reposa directamente sobre el pasto. Su expresión facial parece relajada; el ojo visible está abierto pero tranquilo. De allí, que mis sentimientos al mirar la imagen son de paz y tranquilidad, lo mismo que refleja el poni.
La Anécdota Detrás de la imagen
¡Con Sabor a Mucuchíes y Páramo!
¡Ajá! Viendo la imagen prompt de esta semana, no pude evitar echar la mente pa'trás, a esos tiempos de alpargata y culito escaldado, cuando uno era un carajito travieso y pegado al televisor, viendo con el corazón en la mano las peripecias de Candy, la de los rizos color de melaza.
Imagen prompt de la iniciativa, cortesía de Pixabay.
Este caballito, este ponicito blanco y melenudo, con su fleco mocho y rebelde que casi no lo deja ver, no parece sacado de un sitio de por allá. ¡Qué va! Este animalito es como si lo hubieran traído a lazo de un potrero fresquito de Tovar o de las faldas de la Sierra Nevada. Un ejemplar digno de una hacienda de abolengo.
Me imagino el cuadro: estamos en una tardecita fría de Galipán, con ese viento helado que baja de la montaña y te corta el pellejo. Candy, que está a gatas de las mofas y el ventajismo de esos patarucos de Elisa y Neil, corre a llorar a solas, con el moquillo pegado y el nudo en la garganta. De pronto, se topa con esta joyita entre el matorral. No es un burro de carga, sino un caballito de Paso Fino, ¡un animalito que parece recién salido de una Leyenda de Campo!, durmiendo a pierna suelta sobre la hierba húmeda.
—¡Ay, mi chiquitín! Tú también estás mamado de tanto trajín y tanta gente complicada, ¿verdad? Tranquilo, pues…, —le musitaría Candy, con esa voz de pajarito que tenía, mientras se arrodilla con cuidado a un lado.
El ponicito tiene una cobija azul de paño, ¡una cosa elegantísima! Quizás fue un regalo del misterioso Tío Abuelo o un detalle del consentidor de Archie, para que el frío que cala los huesos del páramo no le diera una arrechucha. Su crin, que es blanca y abundante como la neblina de la mañana, se mueve con la pura respiración honda y tranquila que echa.
Al verlo así, tan echado y confianzudo, con esa chaqueta que lo hace resaltar sobre el verde de monte del pasto, a Candy se le enciende el bombillo. Por un rato, se le borran las tristezas, los malos ratos y la falta del difunto Anthony. Es una escena de paz criolla. El ponicito no está triste ni con la barriga revuelta, está echando un sueño sabroso bajo el cielo abierto, como diciendo: —Mijita, no hay mal que dure cien años. Nos recuerda que, aunque el dramón esté fuerte, siempre hay un rinconcito suavecito en el camino real donde uno se puede reposar y agarrar un respiro.
Y con eso, la imagen se queda quietecita, mientras suena la musiquita del final: “si me buscas tú a mí, me podrás encontrar…”, y uno se queda con esa dulce sensación de consuelo de que mañana veremos el siguiente capítulo. Con mucho cariño para mi amiga @issymarie2.
Lo que observo más allá de la imagen
El protagonista de esta semana es un poni blanco (posiblemente un caballo miniatura o Shetland). Tiene un pelaje que parece suave y, sobre todo, destaca por su crin (melena) muy abundante y larga, que le cae sobre la frente tapándole parcialmente los ojos, dándole un aspecto muy “peludo” y simpático. El poni lleva puesta una manta o capa de color azul brillante con bordes y correas en azul oscuro. Un detalle importante es que la manta tiene manchas de tierra o suciedad en el costado visible, lo que indica que ha estado en contacto con el suelo.
Lo que me hace sentir la Imagen
El animal está tumbado sobre la hierba (decúbito esternal, es decir, sobre su pecho y barriga, aunque ligeramente inclinado hacia un lado). Tiene las patas delanteras dobladas y estiradas hacia el frente, y la cabeza reposa directamente sobre el pasto. Su expresión facial parece relajada; el ojo visible está abierto pero tranquilo. De allí, que mis sentimientos al mirar la imagen son de paz y tranquilidad, lo mismo que refleja el poni.
La Anécdota Detrás de la imagen
¡Con Sabor a Mucuchíes y Páramo!
¡Ajá! Viendo la imagen prompt de esta semana, no pude evitar echar la mente pa'trás, a esos tiempos de alpargata y culito escaldado, cuando uno era un carajito travieso y pegado al televisor, viendo con el corazón en la mano las peripecias de Candy, la de los rizos color de melaza.
Imagen prompt de la iniciativa, cortesía de Pixabay.
Este caballito, este ponicito blanco y melenudo, con su fleco mocho y rebelde que casi no lo deja ver, no parece sacado de un sitio de por allá. ¡Qué va! Este animalito es como si lo hubieran traído a lazo de un potrero fresquito de Tovar o de las faldas de la Sierra Nevada. Un ejemplar digno de una hacienda de abolengo.
Me imagino el cuadro: estamos en una tardecita fría de Galipán, con ese viento helado que baja de la montaña y te corta el pellejo. Candy, que está a gatas de las mofas y el ventajismo de esos patarucos de Elisa y Neil, corre a llorar a solas, con el moquillo pegado y el nudo en la garganta. De pronto, se topa con esta joyita entre el matorral. No es un burro de carga, sino un caballito de Paso Fino, ¡un animalito que parece recién salido de una Leyenda de Campo!, durmiendo a pierna suelta sobre la hierba húmeda.
—¡Ay, mi chiquitín! Tú también estás mamado de tanto trajín y tanta gente complicada, ¿verdad? Tranquilo, pues…, —le musitaría Candy, con esa voz de pajarito que tenía, mientras se arrodilla con cuidado a un lado.
El ponicito tiene una cobija azul de paño, ¡una cosa elegantísima! Quizás fue un regalo del misterioso Tío Abuelo o un detalle del consentidor de Archie, para que el frío que cala los huesos del páramo no le diera una arrechucha. Su crin, que es blanca y abundante como la neblina de la mañana, se mueve con la pura respiración honda y tranquila que echa.
Al verlo así, tan echado y confianzudo, con esa chaqueta que lo hace resaltar sobre el verde de monte del pasto, a Candy se le enciende el bombillo. Por un rato, se le borran las tristezas, los malos ratos y la falta del difunto Anthony. Es una escena de paz criolla. El ponicito no está triste ni con la barriga revuelta, está echando un sueño sabroso bajo el cielo abierto, como diciendo: —Mijita, no hay mal que dure cien años. Nos recuerda que, aunque el dramón esté fuerte, siempre hay un rinconcito suavecito en el camino real donde uno se puede reposar y agarrar un respiro.
Y con eso, la imagen se queda quietecita, mientras suena la musiquita del final: “si me buscas tú a mí, me podrás encontrar…”, y uno se queda con esa dulce sensación de consuelo de que mañana veremos el siguiente capítulo. Con mucho cariño para mi amiga @issymarie2.
Cómo participar, aún estás a tiempo…
Una imagen vale más que mil palabras
Portada de la iniciativa.
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Dedicado a todos aquellos que contribuyen, día a día, a hacer de este planeta un mundo mejor.
What I see beyond the image
This week's featured pony is a white pony (possibly a miniature or Shetland pony). Its coat appears soft, and it is most notable for its very abundant and long mane, which falls over its forehead, partially covering its eyes and giving it a very “hairy” and endearing appearance. The pony is wearing a bright blue blanket or cape with dark blue trim and straps. An important detail is that the blanket has patches of dirt or soil on the visible side, indicating that it has been in contact with the ground.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
The animal is lying on the grass (sternal recumbency, that is, on its chest and belly, though slightly tilted to one side). Its front legs are bent and stretched out in front, and its head rests directly on the grass. Its facial expression appears relaxed; the visible eye is open but calm. Therefore, my feelings upon seeing the image are of peace and tranquillity, the same as those reflected by the pony.
The Anecdote Behind It All
With the flavor of Mucuchíes and Páramo!
Aha! Seeing this week's prompt image, I couldn't help but drift back to those days of sandals and chafed bottoms, when I was a mischievous little kid glued to the TV, watching with my heart in my hand the adventures of that Candy girl with the molasses-colored curls.
Prompt image for the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay.
This little horse, this white, shaggy pony, with its short, unruly fringe that almost hides it, doesn't look like it came from some far-off place. Not at all! This little animal looks like it was lassoed straight from a cool pasture in Tovar or the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. A specimen worthy of a stately ranch.
I can just picture the scene: it's a chilly afternoon in Galipán, with that icy wind that comes down from the mountains and cuts right through you. Candy, terrified of the teasing and opportunism of those scoundrels Elisa and Neil, runs off to cry alone, her nose sniffling and a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she stumbles upon this little gem in the undergrowth. It's not a pack donkey, but a Paso Fino horse, an animal that looks like it just stepped out of a country legend!, fast asleep on the damp grass.
“Oh, my little one! You're tired of all this running around and dealing with so many complicated people, aren't you? Relax,” Candy whispers to it in that birdlike voice of hers, as she gently kneels beside it.
The little pony is wrapped in a blue wool blanket, so elegant! Perhaps it was a gift from the mysterious Great-Uncle or a thoughtful gesture from Archie's doting father, to keep the bone-chilling cold of the highlands from giving it a heart attack. His mane, white and abundant like the morning mist, moves with each deep, calm breath he takes.
Seeing him like that, so relaxed and at ease, with that jacket that makes him stand out against the verdant grass, Candy has a lightbulb moment. For a while, her sadness, her bad times, and the absence of the late Anthony vanish. It's a scene of pure, unadulterated peace. The little pony isn't sad or upset; he's taking a peaceful nap under the open sky, as if to say, “My dear, nothing lasts forever.” He reminds us that, even when life is tough, there's always a quiet corner along the way where one can rest and catch their breath.
And with that, the image remains still, while the final music plays: “If you look for me, you will find me…” And one is left with that sweet feeling of comfort that tomorrow we will see the next chapter. With much love for my friend @issymarie2.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
Cómo participar, aún estás a tiempo…
Una imagen vale más que mil palabras
Portada de la iniciativa.
Dedicado a todos aquellos que contribuyen, día a día, a hacer de este planeta un mundo mejor.
What I see beyond the image
This week's featured pony is a white pony (possibly a miniature or Shetland pony). Its coat appears soft, and it is most notable for its very abundant and long mane, which falls over its forehead, partially covering its eyes and giving it a very “hairy” and endearing appearance. The pony is wearing a bright blue blanket or cape with dark blue trim and straps. An important detail is that the blanket has patches of dirt or soil on the visible side, indicating that it has been in contact with the ground.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
The animal is lying on the grass (sternal recumbency, that is, on its chest and belly, though slightly tilted to one side). Its front legs are bent and stretched out in front, and its head rests directly on the grass. Its facial expression appears relaxed; the visible eye is open but calm. Therefore, my feelings upon seeing the image are of peace and tranquillity, the same as those reflected by the pony.
The Anecdote Behind It All
With the flavor of Mucuchíes and Páramo!
Aha! Seeing this week's prompt image, I couldn't help but drift back to those days of sandals and chafed bottoms, when I was a mischievous little kid glued to the TV, watching with my heart in my hand the adventures of that Candy girl with the molasses-colored curls.
Prompt image for the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay.
This little horse, this white, shaggy pony, with its short, unruly fringe that almost hides it, doesn't look like it came from some far-off place. Not at all! This little animal looks like it was lassoed straight from a cool pasture in Tovar or the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. A specimen worthy of a stately ranch.
I can just picture the scene: it's a chilly afternoon in Galipán, with that icy wind that comes down from the mountains and cuts right through you. Candy, terrified of the teasing and opportunism of those scoundrels Elisa and Neil, runs off to cry alone, her nose sniffling and a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she stumbles upon this little gem in the undergrowth. It's not a pack donkey, but a Paso Fino horse, an animal that looks like it just stepped out of a country legend!, fast asleep on the damp grass.
“Oh, my little one! You're tired of all this running around and dealing with so many complicated people, aren't you? Relax,” Candy whispers to it in that birdlike voice of hers, as she gently kneels beside it.
The little pony is wrapped in a blue wool blanket, so elegant! Perhaps it was a gift from the mysterious Great-Uncle or a thoughtful gesture from Archie's doting father, to keep the bone-chilling cold of the highlands from giving it a heart attack. His mane, white and abundant like the morning mist, moves with each deep, calm breath he takes.
Seeing him like that, so relaxed and at ease, with that jacket that makes him stand out against the verdant grass, Candy has a lightbulb moment. For a while, her sadness, her bad times, and the absence of the late Anthony vanish. It's a scene of pure, unadulterated peace. The little pony isn't sad or upset; he's taking a peaceful nap under the open sky, as if to say, “My dear, nothing lasts forever.” He reminds us that, even when life is tough, there's always a quiet corner along the way where one can rest and catch their breath.
And with that, the image remains still, while the final music plays: “If you look for me, you will find me…” And one is left with that sweet feeling of comfort that tomorrow we will see the next chapter. With much love for my friend @issymarie2.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
Dedicado a todos aquellos que contribuyen, día a día, a hacer de este planeta un mundo mejor.
What I see beyond the image
This week's featured pony is a white pony (possibly a miniature or Shetland pony). Its coat appears soft, and it is most notable for its very abundant and long mane, which falls over its forehead, partially covering its eyes and giving it a very “hairy” and endearing appearance. The pony is wearing a bright blue blanket or cape with dark blue trim and straps. An important detail is that the blanket has patches of dirt or soil on the visible side, indicating that it has been in contact with the ground.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
The animal is lying on the grass (sternal recumbency, that is, on its chest and belly, though slightly tilted to one side). Its front legs are bent and stretched out in front, and its head rests directly on the grass. Its facial expression appears relaxed; the visible eye is open but calm. Therefore, my feelings upon seeing the image are of peace and tranquillity, the same as those reflected by the pony.
The Anecdote Behind It All
With the flavor of Mucuchíes and Páramo!
Aha! Seeing this week's prompt image, I couldn't help but drift back to those days of sandals and chafed bottoms, when I was a mischievous little kid glued to the TV, watching with my heart in my hand the adventures of that Candy girl with the molasses-colored curls.
Prompt image for the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay.
This little horse, this white, shaggy pony, with its short, unruly fringe that almost hides it, doesn't look like it came from some far-off place. Not at all! This little animal looks like it was lassoed straight from a cool pasture in Tovar or the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. A specimen worthy of a stately ranch.
I can just picture the scene: it's a chilly afternoon in Galipán, with that icy wind that comes down from the mountains and cuts right through you. Candy, terrified of the teasing and opportunism of those scoundrels Elisa and Neil, runs off to cry alone, her nose sniffling and a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she stumbles upon this little gem in the undergrowth. It's not a pack donkey, but a Paso Fino horse, an animal that looks like it just stepped out of a country legend!, fast asleep on the damp grass.
“Oh, my little one! You're tired of all this running around and dealing with so many complicated people, aren't you? Relax,” Candy whispers to it in that birdlike voice of hers, as she gently kneels beside it.
The little pony is wrapped in a blue wool blanket, so elegant! Perhaps it was a gift from the mysterious Great-Uncle or a thoughtful gesture from Archie's doting father, to keep the bone-chilling cold of the highlands from giving it a heart attack. His mane, white and abundant like the morning mist, moves with each deep, calm breath he takes.
Seeing him like that, so relaxed and at ease, with that jacket that makes him stand out against the verdant grass, Candy has a lightbulb moment. For a while, her sadness, her bad times, and the absence of the late Anthony vanish. It's a scene of pure, unadulterated peace. The little pony isn't sad or upset; he's taking a peaceful nap under the open sky, as if to say, “My dear, nothing lasts forever.” He reminds us that, even when life is tough, there's always a quiet corner along the way where one can rest and catch their breath.
And with that, the image remains still, while the final music plays: “If you look for me, you will find me…” And one is left with that sweet feeling of comfort that tomorrow we will see the next chapter. With much love for my friend @issymarie2.
What I see beyond the image
This week's featured pony is a white pony (possibly a miniature or Shetland pony). Its coat appears soft, and it is most notable for its very abundant and long mane, which falls over its forehead, partially covering its eyes and giving it a very “hairy” and endearing appearance. The pony is wearing a bright blue blanket or cape with dark blue trim and straps. An important detail is that the blanket has patches of dirt or soil on the visible side, indicating that it has been in contact with the ground.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
The animal is lying on the grass (sternal recumbency, that is, on its chest and belly, though slightly tilted to one side). Its front legs are bent and stretched out in front, and its head rests directly on the grass. Its facial expression appears relaxed; the visible eye is open but calm. Therefore, my feelings upon seeing the image are of peace and tranquillity, the same as those reflected by the pony.
The Anecdote Behind It All
With the flavor of Mucuchíes and Páramo!
Aha! Seeing this week's prompt image, I couldn't help but drift back to those days of sandals and chafed bottoms, when I was a mischievous little kid glued to the TV, watching with my heart in my hand the adventures of that Candy girl with the molasses-colored curls.
Prompt image for the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay.
This little horse, this white, shaggy pony, with its short, unruly fringe that almost hides it, doesn't look like it came from some far-off place. Not at all! This little animal looks like it was lassoed straight from a cool pasture in Tovar or the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. A specimen worthy of a stately ranch.
I can just picture the scene: it's a chilly afternoon in Galipán, with that icy wind that comes down from the mountains and cuts right through you. Candy, terrified of the teasing and opportunism of those scoundrels Elisa and Neil, runs off to cry alone, her nose sniffling and a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she stumbles upon this little gem in the undergrowth. It's not a pack donkey, but a Paso Fino horse, an animal that looks like it just stepped out of a country legend!, fast asleep on the damp grass.
“Oh, my little one! You're tired of all this running around and dealing with so many complicated people, aren't you? Relax,” Candy whispers to it in that birdlike voice of hers, as she gently kneels beside it.
The little pony is wrapped in a blue wool blanket, so elegant! Perhaps it was a gift from the mysterious Great-Uncle or a thoughtful gesture from Archie's doting father, to keep the bone-chilling cold of the highlands from giving it a heart attack. His mane, white and abundant like the morning mist, moves with each deep, calm breath he takes.
Seeing him like that, so relaxed and at ease, with that jacket that makes him stand out against the verdant grass, Candy has a lightbulb moment. For a while, her sadness, her bad times, and the absence of the late Anthony vanish. It's a scene of pure, unadulterated peace. The little pony isn't sad or upset; he's taking a peaceful nap under the open sky, as if to say, “My dear, nothing lasts forever.” He reminds us that, even when life is tough, there's always a quiet corner along the way where one can rest and catch their breath.
And with that, the image remains still, while the final music plays: “If you look for me, you will find me…” And one is left with that sweet feeling of comfort that tomorrow we will see the next chapter. With much love for my friend @issymarie2.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
¡Ayyyyyyyyy! Que cosa más linda es la que acabo de leer y me metí tanto en el papel que hasta leí todo con esa entonación qué le daba la mismísima Candy.
Gracias por este hermoso escrito ☺️