Pegasus 2 - Pegaso 2


Pegasus 2

Pegasus had no doubt about who it was. It was Roc, the guardian of the forests. The defiant gaze of Pegasus overcame the resistance of the imposing winged figure. Roc took to the skies and let them continue their journey, but before that, he broke the spell and allowed time to resume its course. However, while Siegfried returned to himself, three hundred years had passed, and his eyelids had fused with his eyes. Blind and disoriented, despair took hold of him. Once again, it was Pegasus who stayed by his side and encouraged him to finish the journey and meet Ingrid.

When they arrived at their destination, Pegasus described to him in great detail the extraordinary beauty of Ingrid. She, for her part, in an act of infinite compassion, approached Siegfried and, with her hands, caressed his eyelids. Miraculously, at the touch of Ingrid’s hands, his eyelids separated from his eyes and opened wide. Siegfried knelt before Ingrid and kissed her hands.



Pegaso 2

Pegaso no dudó de quien se trataba. Era Roc, guardián de los bosques. La mirada desafiante de Pegaso venció a la resistencia de la imponente figura alada. Roc emprendió el vuelo y los dejó continuar su viaje, pero antes de eso, deshizo el hechizo y permitió al tiempo seguir su curso. Sin embargo, Sigfrido volvió a su ser, pero habían transcurrido trescientos años, y además, sus párpados se habían fundido con sus ojos. Ciego y desorientado, la desesperación se apoderó de él. Una vez más, fue Pegaso el que permaneció a su lado y le infundió ánimos para finalizar el viaje y conocer a Ingrid.

Cuando llegaron a su destino, Pegaso le fue describiendo con sumo detalle la extraordinaria belleza de Ingrid. Ella por su parte, en un acto de de infinita compasión se acercó a Sigfrido y con sus manos, acarició sus párpados. Milagrosamente, al contacto de la manos de Ingrid, los párpados se separaron de los ojos y se abrieron de par en par. Sigfrido se arrodilló ante Ingrid y besó sus manos. 

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