Buganvília

I saw the bougainvillea dancing in the wind
climbing on a window
I saw the bougainvillea between the moon rising
and the morning's charm

I saw the bougainvillea at night by the lake
wetting its smile
Dreamed that it died in the bougainvillea branches
in the tones of its dress

I saw the bougainvillea turning your red
into a sailor's embroidery
when you meet the sun in the white of the lime
you put on yellow

I saw the bougainvillea dancing in the wind
climbing on a window
I saw the bougainvillea between the moon rising
and the morning's charm

I saw the bougainvillea at night by the lake
wetting its smile
dreamed that it died in the bougainvillea branches
in the tones of its dress