The sky is bricked,
Who will unroll it ? I The remover that unpacks it, a good remover will be
|I sell colorful clouds: the round ones, coloradas, to sweeten the heat! I sell the purple and pink cirrus, the dawn, of golden twilights!
The yellow star, caught up to the green branch of the celestial peach tree! I sell the snow, the flame and the crier's song!
The wind is a good dancer, dance, dance, he dances and whistles when he dances, when it turns everything turns around.
Says to the dancing flowers: Dance with me, dance.
And curved and oscillating little by little they dance, the petals are releasing
and to the ground they will stop…
And he leaves them hesitating.
And there it goes!…