Two Angels

I could not write.

Words could not be painted as well as before.

Colors could not be vivid with brush stokes of the keyboard.

I could not write.


I could not see.

But I would want to paint the beauty.

Of two Angels that heaven sent to me.

And paint with words the beauty of their hearts.

And with brush strokes.

And with colors.

And to paint the sea.

And to paint the sky.

The beauty of two Angles of sea and sky...


But I could not.

For they wish not to.



(The Spanish for Sea is Mar and the Spanish of Sky is Cielo)