(2) Angeles Sentados En Las Ramas Comments

Bella poesia, me fascina tu estilo.

Angels seated in the branches About the time to be single often I think about you. The wings and the invisible power of your glance, beneficial compasiva and. Walking single, thinking without light, living letting itself take, which is the curse that separates to us? The world has disillusioned, contagious mediocrity, prudent fear, trimmed steps, retained words. Why you do not use the wings? why you do not let yourselves feel plenty of light, smile, fresh air? The trimmed wings, the invisible light, the deep sadness of the angel who watches impotent from the tree. wooooooooooooow very nice poem i like it alot thx luis