Once, somewhere—I know not where—someone told me
a wise and thoughtful truth;
its simple words unveiled
the past, the future, and the present moment.

A childlike, brilliant, profound tale
of beautiful butterflies
that, from dreadful caterpillars of sorrow,
were born to laugh among the roses.

This is a world of grieving caterpillars,
of larvae shaped by pain,
who know nothing of the roses
or of the mystic flight of love.

Life is the instant of fear
of never one day emerging
from the cloister of the cocoon into the light,
from present agony into joy.

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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Pintor: Francisco Trigueros