Señorita

Miss, I’ll bring you tonight
from the summer breeze to your window
a clear song to settle on your balcony
like a butterfly from an old serenade.

On my way back, under a crystal sky
I’ll return with a bunch of jasmine
with your dreams in my arms, in my patchwork suit
and an army of poor harlequins.

I’ll bring you letters I’ve saved
and a paper moon
even if it doesn’t mean a thing to me
Miss, I’ll be back...