Epifania

The wind was tapping on her chamber door, “just this and nothing more”, recited she few lines. But in the morning, when it blew over Athens’ shoulder, she understood the poem and never more…
El viento golpeaba las puertas, “solo eso y nada más”, recitó unos versos. Pero por la mañana, cuando sopló sobre el hombro de Atenas, entendió el poema e nunca más …

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