A butterfly trembles in my hands
a see-through leaf, soft blue yellow
a butterfly, a mosaic of sensations
your wing-beat is rhythm
the soil is wet, your tiny body
full of images, leaves and fruits
sway, a smell of manga, of mangaba.
Enter the water and the morning breeze
in your wings, butterfly, whispers along
with your flutter;
it kisses a flower, steals its pollen
fertilizes more flowers with kisses
kiss, butterfly, kiss without end.
(English version by Riccardo Duranti)