Duerme
Homero Manzi
Sleep
The moonlight filters through
the lace of the curtain,
and a kiss of love lights up
over your crib painted blue.
I want you to close your eyes
while we talk about the beautiful fairy,
for whom, lovingly, a star,
flying from the sky, descended to her forehead.
Sleep,
like the fairy
who the night locked in the forest;
Sleep
on the clover
that in the field spread its carpet;
Sleep
so the wolves
will never reach your dreams...
Sleep,
for the star
beside you will also sleep.
The flower is a butterfly
that fell asleep on a tree.
And the sky is a stretched canvas
where the moon and the sun walk.
On the other hand, the night is a day,
dressing in shadows' clothes,
and the grass of the field a carpet,
cleaned by the rain, the winds, and the sun.
Sleep,
for the star
beside you will also sleep.
