Del Árbol, La Niña Y El Ángel

Temporary loves suffer from your greed;
You let their struggles always be in vain.
They submit their lives to your cruel injustice
And choose your trap over ending up with nothing.

A tree that drops few fruits
And flaunts, from afar, heaps of them.
Insatiable women don’t waste their time
Trying to climb this vile, resolute one.

The moon shows up, the girl rests.
And there are nights when an angel reaches its branches.
The tree grants all its apples
And the Sun, on its journey, dresses up in style
Dreaming to see, when morning arrives,
These two crazies merging their souls.

One winter Friday, it showed indifference:
The happy girl spotted its bark.
She noticed that with it, she could climb,
And went up where few could ever reach.

There was the angel, always shining.
Kindly took the lady by the hand.
Who finally managed to settle in its branches,
Thus completing her clever act.

The celestial being sensed in this girl
Traits of greatness, and felt it was unworthy
To enjoy privileges that she deserved.
He yielded to her aura and with a kind gesture
Came down from that tree, swearing that day
To only take fruits that rightfully belonged to him.

There are millions of gray fables.
Not all end with wine and partridges.
You can swear there’s nothing sadder
Than an angel letting magic rot.