I make a point of not translating or explaining the poems I present here for many reasons but
there is a line in this poem that resonates with me. It speaks of a person who by trying to tame
something wild like the fragrance of a rose, not only ruins the essence but kills the whole damned thing. Have you ever tried to own or hold onto magic only to realize
too late that you've snuffed it out?
author: Jose Angel Buesa