TE19 Iberian Adventure

El Colombiario

For her he took the magic lure, remnant of a drunken dream of spring. With the prayer of the shining moon, he caressed her virgin wings, sucked the nectar from her floral lips and whispered a secret in her ear: - Chrysalis now full of brio, I’d rather see withering your purity than preserve your enchantress beauty. Flutter and flee, spirit of the Quindío.

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