I have a magic feather that moves handwriting!
It is guilty of these blessed writings.
It invites you to formulate several verses.
And does not stop, until it reachs its divine final.
Oh! I'm in love with my little feather!
And all for free, it only invites me.
I do not want to lose you on the way,
or leave in oblivion, because I like when I combine.
I like. I like to combine the ABC.
My feather is coming to an end divine.
Saying that, it is not just my magic feather,
but life that makes you a poet.
(English version of "Pluma Mágica")