A la luz del medio día, se revela al árbol que no vemos y a la garza que no vuela.
Al mediodía, cuando el sol está en lo más alto, su luz cae en vertical: todas las sombras se encogen, pero ninguna desaparece.
Una garza blanca de concreto, posada en una roca, observa inmóvil. No vuela y no canta.
A su alrededor, las sombras del árbol trazan un mapa sobre el asfalto: fragmentos de hojas y ramas partidas por la luz.
En estos momentos no hay autos. Solo el silencio, el calor y el tráfico invisible de las sombras que cruzan sin permiso.
Están invitados a participar en este challenge ShaShadow Hunters SMASh Contest-Round 382.
In the light of midday, the tree we do not see and the heron that does not fly are revealed.
At noon, when the sun is at its highest, its light falls vertically: all the shadows shrink, but none disappear.
A white concrete heron, perched on a rock, watches motionless. It does not fly and does not sing.
Around it, the shadows of the tree map the asphalt: fragments of leaves and branches split by the light.
At this moment there are no cars. Only the silence, the heat and the invisible traffic of the shadows that cross without permission.
You are invited to participate in this #contest ShaShadow Hunters SMASh Contest-Round #382.
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