The Little Paper Bird

The little paper bird saw the pink lightning of the kiss
and she thought:

What light bathes the face and shoulders of that sailor,
and makes a beautiful siren in love
leap into the calm of those waters and love him?

As if guessing her thoughts,
I cried out putting my hand on the helm

All love is born from the depths of the ocean!

(Of course I meant it as a joke)

But mad with love she threw herself into the sea,
and the little paper bird dissolved
into the quiet, cold water.


Enrique Agramonte Robles ©
Translated by Pamela Carmell