Regalitos
Juan Quintero
Little Gifts
A flower picked up from the street, baby
A country with its flag
A garden to your liking and your size, baby
And an afternoon with a hose
A story told with songs, baby
Whispering softly
With princesses, pirates, and dragons, baby
And mosquito pills
Carousel once a week, baby
The umbrella when it rains
Sweets after the morning, baby
My affection whenever you want
A chair with your shape and mine, baby
Next to the TV
A bite on the foot to make you laugh, baby
Heal, heal if it hurts
Crunchy cookies with aroma, baby
Broken into pieces
To feed the pigeons, baby
Or retrace your steps
Locks, prayers, and sleepless nights, baby
Trying to protect you
Bracelets and hair clips, baby
As lucky charms
I will keep forever and just in case, baby
The purest of my life
A flowerbed of kisses and hugs, baby
To see you blossomed, baby