Flor de Primavera
La Troba Kung-fú
Spring Flower
Spring flower
The most beautiful of the year
When summer arrives
Pain and lament
Spring flower
The most beautiful of the year
When summer arrives
Pain and lament
The broom has burst at Puiggraciós
The flower sings and shows its treasure
Whoever takes it is always caught by memory
Gain and condemnation of the curious
The jasmine has burst in every corner
And has made holes in the buried ditches
The memory of the perfume is so eternal
That whoever gives it is always fleeting to return to earth
Spring flower
The most beautiful of the year
When summer arrives
Pain and lament
Brief is the smell of the rain splashing the ground
Short are the songs of childhood
Brief are the thousand tales that I remember
Short and forever the sayings I carry
I will catch on the fly the thread that navigates through the garden
And I will pull it with the cane from cover
I am a fisherman of lilies, irises, and deliriums
A song, a whole, a flower when you look at it
