Once upon a time
a white buttefly
who was the queen of all
the butterflies of the dawn
was landing in the gardens
over the most beautiful flowers
and whispered stories
to the carnation and the violet
Happy the butterfly
boastful and pretty
looked like an almond flower
swayed by fresh breezes
But then a collectionist came
a spring morning
and over a blooming jazmin
he caught our queen
he nailed it with pins
over black cardboards
and took it to his museum
of brief dead beauties
The dawn butterflies
were crying on the forest
over a carnation the white butterfly landed
and the carnation got upset
White buttefly and red carnation
red like the lips of who I know.