Sometimes Bonita

She's Beautiful, a lunar muse

pale and sad spacey look,

he, Amorcín, a thin harlequin,

sleepy eyes and endless lips

While Beautiful dreams of traveling

between tides of unreality

it's Amorcín who must take care of her

because she's fragile even more than glass

Sometimes beautiful runs without seeing

that her Amorcín may have fallen

but it doesn't matter, he must stand up

to someday catch up with her

But there are times when she sinks into the dungeons of her being

and her thousand ghosts condemn her to never return

then maybe he will come.

And it's because Amorcín is a ray of light,

crosses mountains and tulle fabrics

to bring to that blue heart

of his Beautiful once again illusion