Un retrato: Alicia

 

Voz cantarina y ojos brillantes, con la luz de las estrellas, guarda en un cuerpo menudo la sabiduría de las brujas blancas… Leyendo los secretos de los planetas y las constelaciones o cantando, Alicia convierte el mundo en un relato de magia; con su sonrisa acaricia el alma y te conforta. Hechicera, conjura el bien y al alba siembra el cariño que cosecha, al caer el sol. Campanillas y cascabeles resuenan en su alma, sensible y grande… Porque Alicia, eres única, hada y cantante; madre y maestra, intérprete de los astros, arco iris en un mundo gris, y nos regalas lo mejor de ti.

Amalia N. Sánchez Valle

They danced (Tale)

She danced to the music and was carried by her dreams, mingling with butterflies that were fluttering in the garden and shamelessly caressing flowers, before nightfall. The fast spinning air and she heard the voices of the other fairies, who had come to the party after her, and joined in their dance to the music of the trees and birds. "Hopefully tomorrow everything remains here," she thought, watching the flowers closed and everything was lit by the splendor of the fireflies.

Noemí Valle