Mariposa
Quisiera
Hacer un verso que tuviera
Ritmo de primavera;
Que fuera
Como una fina mariposa rara,
Como una mariposa que volara
Sobre tu vida, y cándida y ligera
Revolara
Sobre tu cuerpo cálido de cálida de palmera
Y al fin su vuelo absudo reposara
-tal como en una rosa azul de la pradera-
Sobre la linda rosa de tu cara...
Quisiera
Ser un verso que tuviera
Toda la fragancia de la primavera
Y que cual una mariposa rara
Revolara
Sobre tu vida, sobre tu cuerpo, sobre tu cara.
Butterfly
I would like
to make a verse that had
the rhythm of spring;
That it was
Like a rare fine butterfly,
Like a butterfly that flew
Over your life, and candid and light
It flew around
Over your warm body of warm palm tree
And finally its absurd flight rested
-just like on a blue rose in the meadow-
On the pretty rose of your face...
I would like
to be a verse that had
All the fragrance of spring
And that like a rare butterfly
It flew around
Over your life, over your body, over your face.
Escrita por: Pablo Milanés