Pedacito de Papel Al Viento

A little piece of paper in the wind
is the dancing butterfly.
Dance that spins you, enchanting,
wiping away dark thoughts.

Drawn to its colors, I take a seat
outside of space and time.
From there, life slows down,
a work and grace of its charm.

Toward the sunset, it's been a while
since its multicolored light
lies in my dark shirt.

If there was pain, I don't hear it anymore.
And in the fragrant, pure night,
the dead butterfly flies.