Betinotti

On the edge of the night
The neighborhood becomes sad
When in the shadow sways
The murmur of a song

Landscape of black mud
Trampled by the carts
That to the tune of a hundred serenades
Perfume their hearts

Butterfly with black wings
Flying in the alley
To the murmur of the drone
Next to the peace of a geranium

And stirring in the night
Shadows that the wind carried
Emerging from oblivion
The memories of the troubadour

Verses of Betinotti
Muttering on the corners
Sorrows of deceitful women
That will never be forgotten

Anxieties of a poor bride
And of an abandoned mother
That remained engraved
In a sentimental waltz

Butterfly with black wings
Flying in the alley
To the murmur of the drone
Next to the peace of a geranium