Pequeña Flor

I plucked from the celestial garden
A glass flower
That I kept in my chest
It's the flower of my happy childhood
Reliquary of love
Perfumed in April
But time, as it passes
Will let its color die
I will find your whiteness, my flower
And hiding the pain, I will sing to you
I will sing to you without being able to find you
I will cry remembering my flower from yesterday
But your scent never fades
And in my chest, little flower will stay