Maya RoblesFirst to rec
“An excerpt (in English):
I saw two doves meet
crossing the spaces,
and upon gliding, their wings touched...
Perhaps by magic, at the light touch
the two shuddered,
and a sweet, indefinable, and brief enchantment
they felt in their souls.
And bending their path in a moment,
seeing themselves alone, they swayed
happily in the wind
like a swan on the waves.
They joined and flew
tenderly united,
and sought a new world for their pleasure
and another, purer environment.
And they found it at last, and made their nest
on a soft bed of lilies and roses,
and in it they fell asleep
with the free and white butterflies.
Yeah...”
