Mil Mariposas

I had to learn that singing
is like shelling that cluster of voice,
that is given to you
wrapped in cellophane paper,
precious gift.

And sail in the silences
that no one ever heard
to choose among thousands of notes.

Give me your hand and I will catch with my voice
a thousand butterflies
give me your voice and I will reach for you
a thousand butterflies.

And I will strive to walk
among forbidden verses,
to whisper without hurting
if you are asleep,
and be part of you when talking to you
like a friend.

I will take you as far
as my voice can reach,
to choose among thousands of hands,
among thousands of notes.

Give me your hand and I will catch with my voice
a thousand butterflies
give me your voice and I will reach for you
a thousand butterflies