Thanks to the amazing reader who left me a comment asking about it a couple weeks ago, I wrote a new chapter for my fic La Traes.
I went back and finished up a half-written chapter I've had floating around for the last year. I'm planning to post it at some point today or tomorrow, if anyone else is still reading it! It features this poem by Rafael Pombo, which I love.
El Buho y El Palomo por Rafael Pombo Érase un búho, dechado de egoísmo el más perfecto, de todo siempre esquivado, cual si diera resfriado su agrio, antipático aspecto. “¿Por qué me aborrecerán?” Dijo irritado y confuso a un palomito galán. —"Por culpa tuya", él repuso: “Ama, oh, búho y te amarán”.
The Owl and the Dove by Rafael Pombo Once upon a time there was an owl, a paragon of the most perfect selfishness, always avoided everything, as if it had a cold his appearance sour, unpleasant. “Why will they hate me?” He said, irritated and confused. to a gallant little dove. "The fault is yours," he replied: “Love, oh owl, and you will be loved.”
