Weaving wishes, dreams in the meadow
One more night, clouds that advance, the moon still in its splendor.
While weaving wishes in the meadow, lights on the horizon emerge to adorn the firmament. There she sits, waiting for the day for her lover to tell her how much he loves her. Another autumn, a merciless absence, the rigor of destiny, his soul annihilated.
A slight touch of the cold wind awakens her emotions, as well as her meditation. She falls on her back in search of that spring, when she used to wear carnations in her eyes while walking along paths hand in hand with her ruthless man.
After a moment before the prolonged reality, he realizes that that man will never love him. He continues in silence weaving wishes and this time dreams in the meadow.
Poems recorded by Maestro Litto Molina
Six
from January
The top
of your body
The parable
of the wind
Weaving wishes,
dreams in the meadow
Each of the previous poems were written by the author and composer Francinher Sandoval Valencia and recorded in the studio with the special participation of maestro Litto Molina on voice.