Rin Del Angelito

He's already going to the heavens
that beloved little angel
to pray for his grandparents
for his parents and siblings.
When the flesh dies
the soul seeks its place
inside a poppy
or inside a little bird.

The earth is waiting for him
with its heart open
that's why the little angel
seems to be awake.
When the flesh dies
the soul seeks its center
in the brightness of a rose
or a new little fish.

In his little earth crib
a bell will lull him
while the rain cleans
his face in the morning.
When the flesh dies
the soul seeks its target
in the mystery of the world
that has opened its window.

The joyful butterflies
seeing the beautiful little angel
around his cradle
walk around him slowly.
When the flesh dies
the soul goes straight
to greet the moon
and on the way to the little star.

Where did his grace go
and where did his sweetness go
because his body falls
like ripe fruit.
When the flesh dies
the soul seeks in the heights
the explanation of his life
cut so hastily,
the explanation of his death
imprisoned in a tomb.
When the flesh dies
the soul remains dark.