from beyond the stars
and the vacuum of space.
Transcendent, pure,
of unthinkable beauty,
to bring the essence of love. Rumi
The son of my friends
love is being made flesh,
is chosen, as expected.
is the dream that exceeds the dreams of their parents
and the magician who meets and transforms us.
The son of my friends is being
salt that season only the present.
have permission to scratch the walls of the planet and color
human miseries in an instant.
say that comes from very far
but was baked in the heat of a beautiful belly I saw
four hands safeguarding him and millions
embodied therein.
An alchemist, its mission is to transmute love.
Clemente with the world becomes full of air with your name,
to return the chance to take a break, a chance.
Our gift to the child born:
leave you in the air flying fish
to mount if the land is not reached.
Where I come from, where to find me? - Asks the infant to his mother. She cries and laughs at the same time, shaking the child to her breast, she responds: Sweetheart, were hidden in my heart, but were not his desire. were in the dolls of my childhood when, every morning, modeling in clay image of my god, it was you who did and was rallying.
were on the altar with the divinity of our home, to adore you I was adored. In all my hopes, all my love, my life, my mother, it's you who has lived. The immortal spirit that protects our home I cradled in her at the dawn of time. In my childhood, when the heart was opening its petals, it was you who surrounded him like a heady perfume. Your my young velvety delicate freshness members as a reflection of the dew that precedes the dawn. You, child of heaven, whose twin sister in the light of dawn, you have been brought by the waves of universal life has placed you in my heart at last. Gazing over your face, mystery devours me, you all belong to me has been given to me! Fearing that escapes me, I close to my heart. What magic has delivered the world's treasure my fragile arms?
Rabindranath Tagore
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