Álvaro, the magician

Álbaro, the magician,
he deluded everyone with his illusions,
White dove,
how docile they appeared,
water pouring from magazines,
fire that was born from his hands,
levitations of silver balls,
in a frame surrounded by children.
Álvaro did not have the gift,
much less the dexterity,
but it was so much the love that he put,
that everyone enjoyed it the same,
and he, convinced,
that his actions were perfect,
and the people, grateful,
I did not stop attending.
Álbaro, the magician, dreamed happily,
in the people who invited to dream,
when he arrived at the plaza,
with his wand and his galley,
and began his routine,
always at 12 o'clock.
One afternoon visitors came to the town,
a family from the city,
animated by the people,
they went to see the Álvaro show,
and early they discovered,
his sleeves full of tricks,
and looking surprised,
as nobody said anything,
they asked why,
they both applauded him.
A little girl came to them,
and with his little voice he told them:
We all know,
but the secret is in his eyes,
in what it returns to us,
for every applause we give him,
in the annoyance that is taken every day,
in being for us,
and there is his magic,
that does not fit in any manga.