¿Por qué me
visitas,
hermosa,
y revoloteas,
pequeño ángel,
sobre tus bellas alas,
Bella,
esta mañana soleada,
delicada y frágil, tú,
en la gracia de la ingravidez,
dejas, a mi parecer, pregunto,
el principio de la felicidad?
Rolando Gabrielli2025
Question
Why do you visit me,
radiant one,
fluttering near,
little angel,
on silken wings,
O Beauty,
this sunlit morning?
So delicate, so frail, you are,
drifting in the grace of air—
do you, I wonder,
leave behind
the first trace of happiness?
Why do you visit me,
radiant one,
fluttering near,
little angel,
on silken wings,
O Beauty,
this sunlit morning?
So delicate, so frail, you are,
drifting in the grace of air—
do you, I wonder,
leave behind
the first trace of happiness?
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