holocaust
Machine translation from the original, not yet reviewed by the author.
Original in Spanish
She was born in paradise, bathed by the dew, caressed by the warmth of the sun that filters through the pines, and by the north breeze.
She grew up in the eternal spring of the highlands, bathed by streams and wrapped in the mantle of the mosses.
She opened her petals to the kiss of day and filled them with color, in the image of the exotic landscape that surrounded her. And so, open to the kiss, full of life, she waited.
And man came with cold iron to cut her stem. Now her life, which is short and beautiful like a love poem, will be even shorter, but also more beautiful.
She will die in your hands, for mine tore her from the earth to offer her to you as a gift: a gift to a beautiful woman, from a man passionate about women who love life.
My life is short too, like a rose’s, and I offer it to you as I offer you the rose. Do not reject the rose I offer you.