La cíclope viste de rosa
para pasearse entre flores,
confundiendo a sus amores,
que no la veían descalza
y es que solo hasta la panza,
de mi mirar tan sombrío
me cala tanto este frío
de verla como ella danza.
Y no digamos las flores
que se convierten en aves
al verla tan dulce bella,
porque ya no se si es ella
quien da color y sabores
o solo que ya me alcanza
tanta dicha el solo verla...
The girl cyclops wears pink
to walk among flowers,
confusing her loves,
that barefoot didn't see her
but it is that only up to the belly,
of my look so gloomy,
this cold makes me the cooler
to see her how she dances.
And let's not say the flowers
that turn into birds
seeing her so sweetly beautiful,
because I don't know if it's her anymore
who gives color and flavors
or just that she already reaches me
so much joy just seeing her...
Painting and poetry
@saulos