Flutes improvise fine notes with mastery of
melancholic sounds that cheer up the chord
tender of verses full of ecstasy falling in love
to the gentle dancer who dances with skill...
Moment of spontaneous movements lift
an eye plug to unforgettable moments
recorded with love in the subtle soul of
a free spirit...
Gushing hope of stomping in fluid footsteps
on the vibrant notes that caress the body,
happy faces in shared memories travel to the
rhythm of the dim light that hides ashamed
between the glances reflected in the fixity
that passes happy looking for an illustrious
gallant to delight...
John F. Bisner Ureña.
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