Aurora had the grace of the wind that hurts the dew,
when she laughed,
the birds chorused her voice,
she became a song,
and the morning was a stage
where everyone admired her dancing skills.

Aurora smiled,
because she knew that her face
was a sea where everyone wanted to reach,
she heard the sound of the passion of the men
who cultivated her in their dreams,
gave her the night, the moon, and the stars,
all paraded along the path of infidelity,
a terrain that Aurora refused to tread.

One day she decided to leave,
to break new horizons,
Aurora could not see the paths of water
that was born by those faces
that dreamt of her love,
nor did she see the gentle rain
that fell from the clouds of smiles of so many women,
glorifying their farewell,
now, between sighs,
all look at the firmament where they see his aura grow.

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