De Tarde En Tarde

From afternoon to afternoon
Quietly swaying, the air enters
between its transparent wings
an old and enchanted melody
that speaks of if you were to see,

If you were to see,
there where the grass grows
rich, fresh, new, and young
like a smile
like an early awakening
that shakes you
and takes you
from time
to a new window.

There, there
where water drips
still water and stream
to lull the sleep
of the sleeping water
it is the essence and hue
of a warm season
it is nature
that sings to the sun.

Where the earth dresses
with leaves and charm
and then merges into water,
sun, seed into tree,
where industrious harmony
works and only generates life
where a chaste sky is born
every day.

Come brother,
because time is passing
and not every afternoon
plays with thoughts
like the wind plays
when it howls singing
through the windows,
it comes from afternoon to afternoon.