Azaleas
Azaleas The azaleas had tried to lean out the huge slab. The snow covered with its icy mantle the folds of the long marble tunic that fell from the base of the cross embracing the imposing mausoleum. The angel who accompanied in solitude the pale female figure resting in that empty space, was carrying himself his index finger to his lips in a sign of silence. The epitaph, in Gothic letters read: I await your return. That morning, a newborn cry from the bowels of the mausoleum broke the silence that for so long the angel had known how to keep. It was the resurrection of the pale female figure, the second opportunity to live in a new being. Like a chrysalis, she appeared to life to begin again, in an endless cycle, the adventure of creating for her the time and space, the unfathomable mystery of life. Azaleas Las azaleas habían intentado asomarse a la enorme losa. La nieve cubría con su manto gélido los pliegues de la larga túnica de mármol que desde la base de la cr...