Xènius

In Barcelona town, a writer was born, Eugeni d'Ors Rovira, his words would adorn. With pen in hand, he crafted tales, In Catalan and Spanish, his stories set sail. An essayist he was, with thoughts profound, Philosopher and critic, his words did astound. Xènius, his pseudonym, a name so grand, His whimsical writings, swept across the land. With ink as his paint, he painted with words, Creating worlds, where imagination unfurled. Children would read, with wide-eyed delight, As his stories took flight, in the day and the night. His words were like magic, they danced on the page, Igniting young minds, with wonder and sage. From Barcelona to Vilanova i la Geltrú, His stories would travel, spreading joy anew. So let us remember, this writer so dear, Eugeni d'Ors Rovira, forever we'll cheer. His legacy lives on, in the tales he wove, A whimsical wordsmith, whose stories still glow. Random page: ZJA