Sonnet I
The icy wind brushed his hair full of glitter
and whiteness,
dared not kill his spell, his tenderness,
its lights, its beauties, its Flash: Spotted
hail was more beautiful
purer than snow when pure,
descends from the heavens, height,
as clear as the sun shines in your neck.
years struck him, the race
the rapid run toward the gap, but not lost
light of their joy.
Their laughter, spring flowering,
flowed like, fast in the river water in its
run, ice and cold.
Sonnet II saw an angel in the eyes
child of that old sweet and affectionate,
more beautiful than the dawn
lazy when his voice went out at dawn.
In his snowy white hair
struck the shining color of the rose,
and brown eyes made her look beautiful
of light, haunted soul.
As a child I saw in your face the sweetness of that old
which, thankfully,
lovingly kissed on the cheek.
Her voice full of tenderness he spoke, always friendly
in tone suspended
showing, with love, their simple soul.
Sonnet III
The ruffled edge of a coral sea and sky
assaulted, pure and clear, swift
that horse that haunted
air brush is made crystal clear.
and find, to advance on the road, without a voice
twilight, a golden sea,
and could rest, and tired,
your breath, steady yesterday, today pilgrim.
Night
long-lasting wine with the dawn, stealing the day,
its light, its brilliance, all the beauty:
My chest is light, and wherever, will enlighten
when cold, you stalk
without shame, the dark night.
2005 © José Ramón Muñiz Álvarez
"The Bells of Death"
First part: "Archers of dawn"
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