Butterfly. (Poem)
Give me your wings to fly,
Yes, to get away from this place that drowns me.
I want to go free,
fly through the air,
pose if you ask permission,
in my favorite rose.
¡Butterfly!.
Give me your colors,
to change the gray,
who accompanies me.
¡Butterfly!.
Help me understand,
Between good and bad.
White butterfly,
you bring good luck, life, purity and fortune.
Black butterfly,
messenger of bad news,
You inspire fear when you enter homes.
You have earned the reputation of being the butterfly of death.
