Harry Potter 20

20 years ago, magic was born.

A lightning bolt on his forehead,

Round glasses sheltering wisdom,

Love as the invincible shield

Against the dark and the mean.

Friendship, the dearest gift;

Choosing, the key to your fate;

Magic, the legacy from his kins;

Studying, the way to trascend.

Generations started to read,

To fly on brooms and play quidditch.

Young and old fell under the spell,

Of words on a napkin by an old pen.

Long live J.K.'s grand creation,

Long live the magic of imagination!

26 April