THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
by Jordi Ornosa Gispert
Very little I can not believe that a rose
be the most beautiful flower of your gardens.
If it is true that there are no principles without ends,
least I find it hard to believe that you were beautiful
and young. But you lost your crown
in favor of the one who does not hesitate to betray,
like the rose that begins to wither
by much effort put the one who pays.
Honeys of triumph today you savor, victory
about the time in the last battle
to free. From the gates of glory
we are one step away and there is no wall
that stops our advance and trajectory ...
The world, today, bows before you, knee
on land he gives you a rose
and he proclaims you "the most beautiful."
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