it is the truth, not a fairytale:

there is a Guardian Angel

who takes you and carries you

like the wind

and follows children wherever they go.
 
 

He has soft hair

that flutters in the breeze,

sweet and serious eyes

that calm you with a glance,

killing fears and conjuring light.

(This is not a fairytale. It is true.)
 
 

He has a body, hands and winged feet,

six wings to fly or glide;

and these six wings

carry you through whirlwinds,

and likewise, shuttle you off to sleep.
 
 

He makes sweeter the ripe pulp

that your honey-fed lips crush;

he cracks the nut’s sly shell,

and it is he who frees you

from gnomes and witches.
 
 

He helps you snip roses

seated in thorny traps;

he is the one who eases your way

through dangerous waters,

the one who helps you climb

prickly pine hills.
 
 

And although he walks along with you

making a pair,

a sweet cherry and its vermilion twin,

when with his sign, he places upon you

the gauge of sin,

he picks up your soul, leaving the body behind,
 
 

It is the truth, not a fairytale:

There is a Guardian Angel

Who takes you and carries you

Like the wind

And follows children wherever they go.
 
 
 

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