My little girl, I want to bring you
the lanterns of the lilies
to light up your sleep.

I want to bring you
a little garden
painted with flower dust
on the wing of a butterfly
to roam through your blue dream.

I want to bring you
a little cross of morning light
two crossed rays from my verses
to ward off the evil
to light your way
don't stumble, little girl,
so bare-footed and tender
in the thorn of a shadow.

Sleep.
Grow up quickly.
You have a long way to go, little girl,
and you only have two little sandals made of sky.
Sleep.

The face of your mother glows
above the rosy hills of your sleep
spring moon
between the ears of her worry
and the roses of my songs.

Sleep, little girl.
The road is long.
You need to grow up.
It is long
long
long the road.