Mariposas de sedas
En la tersa primavera
Vuelan hacia el cielo
Adornadas de amarillo
Y los días de blanco.
Cielo y tierra fuentes de vida,
Las mariposas cruzan las montañas
Alegrando la aurora del mañana.
Palpitan sus límpidas alas doradas
Con los rayos amorosos del sol,
Hay un principio sin fin
Que la nobleza de la conciencia
Es el vuelo fugaz de todas las mariposas.
Ivette Mendoza 2014
Butterfly’s
Conscience
Silky
butterflies
In the smooth spring
Fly to the sky
decorated in yellow
And the days in white.
Heaven and earth sources of life,
Butterflies cross the mountains
Brightening tomorrow's dawn.
Agitate its limpid golden wings
With the loving sunlight,
There are an unlimited principle
The nobility of consciousness
Is the fleeting flight of all butterflies.
Ivette Mendoza 2014
In the smooth spring
Fly to the sky
decorated in yellow
And the days in white.
Heaven and earth sources of life,
Butterflies cross the mountains
Brightening tomorrow's dawn.
Agitate its limpid golden wings
With the loving sunlight,
There are an unlimited principle
The nobility of consciousness
Is the fleeting flight of all butterflies.
Ivette Mendoza 2014
