Hablando de Ellos

A strong wind rose and joy dawned.
No one thought at the moment that the weight of poverty their wealth would be one day.

I'M TALKING ABOUT THEM.

Of those who cry and laugh.

Silver, gold, platinum
do not surpass the sparkle
of something divine in their eyes.

I found in both the guides
of my unbridled emotion.

Their hand was never cold.
Parents of my fairy tale.

Of my fortune, foundations.
Of my inventions, the cradle.

All their looks, one by one,
from the coin are heads and tails.

I'M TALKING ABOUT THEM...