In the time of being lonely
I often think of you.

The wings and the invisible power
of your compassionate well intentioned look.

Walking alone, thinking in the dark,
living letting yourself go...
What is the curse which separates us?

The world has been disenchanted.
Contagious mediocrity,
prudent scare,
fearful steps,
unspoken words.

Why can´t you use your wings?
Why can´t you be felt,
Full of light, smile, fresh air?

Cut out wings,
invisible flames.
The deep sadness of the angel
who is looking from the tree,
powerless.

Luis Gil de la Puente

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