Serpentina de esperanza

Tonight under the arch of life,
the carnival walks its madness,
the world sounds the bugle of his laughter
and has put on a mask of goodness.
Dressed in its light and false stones,
passes, beautiful and suggestive, the illusion,
entangling streamers of hope
on the tender mandolin of a pierrot.

Tonight you are as beautiful as ever,
my romantic paper princess
and in the sparkle of your eyes goes the moon,
when you pass by in your rare carousel.
I was a little sick at heart
but now it has smiled on me again
and we dance in intoxicated with contentment,
under a rented Harlequin costume.

The noisy caravan is leaving
and it grieves me to know that you're going away
and if you carry the flower of my Chimera,
I'll keep the rose you give me.
With my verses I will throw shredded paper,
so that our goodbye will be less sad,
because the carnival is not yet over
and continues in the souls of both of us.