Alberto Cortez
Miscellaneous
The Butterfly
The butterfly flew, the butterfly flew...
With its green and white wings and at the tips...
Red spots .
First was the farmer
Who did not see the butterfly
Lying on the grass,
Proud of its color.
He only looked at his crop
And he thought in so many things
What would he do with his earnings
And he did not see the butterfly.
Then two lovers...
He anxious and she beautiful,
That by looking into each other's eyes
They didn't see the butterfly...
And the grass spread out
Across the girl's back,
Between sighs and kisses,
No You can see the butterflies.
Shortly after, a boy came,
Who knows nothing else
Than running around the field
And seeing the butterflies.
But then she said:
âI am too beautiful
To play with a childâ,
And the butterfly left.
Finally a wise man came ,
He saw her so wonderful
He said “you are divine”,
And she felt happy.
That man took her
Like a valuable piece,
For a large collection
Of select butterflies.
The butterfly does not fly, the butterfly cannot...
With its green and white wings and at the tips...< br/>Red spots.