Paula

It should be enough to invent your eyes,
it should be enough to make them come alive.
Your open eyes are like your story:
they go on their own telling a thousand things about you.

I see them as if I were seeing a wizard's sphere,
I see countries and scenes of love in them,
but where gardens should be,
there lie tools for labor.

Paula,
little sister, girl without a garden,
for not having flowers, you planted one in yourself.
Paula,
I could give you an immense garden
if I could give you all my country.

I know about the hundreds of fates that befall
wild flowers, the flower without a garden,
but I also know that droughts and stones
cannot overcome a reason to live.

Paula,
little sister, girl without a garden,
for not having flowers, you planted one in yourself.
Paula,
I could give you an immense garden
if I could give you all my country.