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El ángel batió sus alas

y  acalló el suspiro

de una libélula

que, confundida,

intentaba seducirlo.

Véte pequeña, no soy

de los tuyos!

susurró, angelicalmente.

Pero la libélula nunca

se rindió.

Y quedó dormida

por una eternidad,

en el hombro de su

enamorado.

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Small tribute

It was said of him,

his voice was deep and calm,

and when present,

no one could resist the sparkle of his eyes.

They didn’t believe it

But when first notes were played

on the piano keys,

inevitably fell silent.

The afternoon was eternal

the sun shone into the room,

shedding his light

in a corner of every soul.

Enchantment

threw them to the edge of dreams.

It was said then,

that his music had the magic power

of cosmic triads,

time bins,

where Gods

write their poems,

and light of creation.

Dedicated to Yanni

de Adrifonso Publicado en Poema