The garden

Foto: María Griselda García Cuerva



The garden

I open all the windows,
my eyes take delight
discovering the beauty
that waves in the garden.
The air smells of jasmines
and caresses my cheeks
with its glorious hands
spreading its warmth.
The sun lights the petals,
butterflies touch them
with their colourful wings
filling them with life.
As in fairy tales
the magic does wonders,
the afternoon is shaken
on the green paths.
I have a look
at a bright paradise
that scatters the hope
on the ways of my soul.

María Griselda García Cuerva

Mis sueños (soneto)

Foto: María Griselda García Cuerva



Mis sueños

Mis sueños tienen colores
y brillan como diamantes,
con sus alas centelleantes
se despazan sin temores.

Una luz se enciende
dentro de mi corazón,
huye veloz la desazón,
la grata felicidad trasciende.

Un cúmulo de sensaciones
florece en mi interior,
me embriagan las emociones.

Veo el amor que se mece,
los sueños me acarician,
mi alma serena resplandece.

María Griselda García Cuerva