Butterflies fly out of season
They fly very high where the wind decides
Neither the years nor the setbacks
Nothing separates me from you
We already kicked the stones of the road
And the universe is stingy
Compared to what you give me
Butterflies, when I'm with you
They fly from my belly button to you
So many things that you will make grow in me
I want my womb to be the nest
Plant your tenderness in me
So many things that I will make grow in you
That I even guess the future
I don't sew without a thimble