Mariposas
Silvio Rodriguez
Butterflies
Today marks about the fourth time I wait
since I know you will never come again.
I have become that song of the downpour
that almost made its embrace on your waist legal.
And you appear at my window,
soft and small, with white wings.
I don't even breathe so you can sleep
and not leave.
What curious ways
one has to remember,
what curious ways:
today I remember butterflies
that yesterday were just smoke,
butterflies, butterflies
that emerged from the dark
dancers, silent.
Your time is now a butterfly,
a delicate, nervous little white ship.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.
Your time is now a butterfly,
a delicate, nervous little white ship.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.
That's how you were on those fun afternoons,
that's how you were as a fierce companion.
You were like those days when you are life
and everything you touch turns into spring.
Oh, butterfly, you are the soul
of the warriors who love and sing,
and you are the new being that peeks through my throat.
What curious ways
one has to remember,
what curious ways:
today I remember butterflies
that yesterday were just smoke,
butterflies, butterflies
that emerged from the dark
dancers, silent.
Your time is now a butterfly,
a delicate, nervous little white ship,
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.
Your time is now a butterfly,
a delicate, nervous little white ship,
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.
Your time is now a butterfly,
a delicate, nervous little white ship,
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.
