This song of mine will
wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond
arms of love.
The song of mine will
touch your forehead
like a kiss of
blessing.
When you are alone it
will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear,
when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about
with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your
heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the
faithful star overhead
when dark night is over
your road.
My song will sit in the
pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your
sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is
silenced in death,
my song will speak in
your living heart.
(Picture: Speaking with platero, Carlos Saenz de Tejada)
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