days that went something rowdy magical beings, their coming and going by announcing that something old forest was gonna happen, the fairies afanavan weaving a blanket of flowers, the elves, they ran back and forth filling their baskets with dreams and hopes that new ... night ... the moon wore his silver suit, adorned it with flashes of fire and gold ... not the slightest enpañava cloud the sky ... the stars honed their ends ... and there with an orion ... star lights up the night and drawing a smile at dawn ... just ... my old elf it came through the trees hint at his mischievous eyes that shine, we visited the way to the wellspring of dreams, smelled of spring .. . a brand new life ... the magnificent old forest lucia vajo the first rays of sun ... sitting on the grass, closed my eyes, fresh air and the composition of water make dreams flourish, the hawk stayed awake and tends their wings to infinity, memories crowd into the mind and heartbeat speeds up ... I was suddenly looking at him there ... and looked and still did not believe it ... now understood that coming and going of magical beings ... with my old elf, a tiny being handed me his hand, his eyes, I discovered that unmistakable glow and the vastness of the light of a new dawn ... the sun penetrates fully through the trees, the dew drops appear crystal pearls in the grass, the air to become cold and open my eyes, something tells me that this dream is not as the others ... still there ... that being tiny is not gone ... I look at my old elf, shrug their shoulders smile ... is for you ... as it is for me ???... but if I did not request !!!... I do not need is a gift ... as it is a gift ???... wait a minute, this is ridiculous ... that is ridiculous?? ... because this is a gift that !!!... no, no is ridiculous ... yes, yes it is ... my old elf smiles again and walks away with a wink, but it is useless to call him, the sun is already too high and I can not stop him ... and now ???... I do not, I'll wake up, this is not real ... I close my eyes and reopen it ... nothing, there is no way !!... being approached tiny slowly, as slowly as they approach the dreams ... and so, slowly ... now my old forest walks a goblin more.
Leydi ~ Halcon
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