Niña Candela

With a dress of filigree paper, adorned with fake silver lanterns
I saw you dancing zorongo (tip, tap), eating almonds,
With a distant gaze, captivated by the stars.
What disturbs your step? What breaks your harmony? I want to brighten your night with this simple fantasy.
Candle girl, beehive, I want sweet smoke candles that faintly draw on your eyebrows.
Flying with you over the streets, Mount Carmel, like tits that will never land on the ground.
On this gentle May breeze night, the orchestra starts playing fanfare and cheerful chatter.
I see you dancing, candle. You fly holding your waist, with eyes on fire, hanging from the aspirant.
Your face lights up, revives, shines, ignites.
He can adorn your night, that with care the flower blooms.
Candle girl, wasp nest, I want sweet smoke candles that faintly redraw your corners.
Flying with you over the streets, Carmel neighborhood, of beekeepers that will never cease their flight.