Translation:Chrysalis

When the girl was still sick She went out one day And went across, with unsure step The neighboring mountain, She found, on a branch of wildflowers a hidden chrysalis, That she hung in her room, very close To her white bed ...............................   Some days later, in the moment In which she passed away, And everyone saw her, with their eyes Clouded with tears, In the instant in which she died, we felt The light sound of wings And we saw escape, taking flight Through the old window That looked out over the garden, a small Golden butterfly....   ...............................    The prison, now empty of the insect I sought with rapid gaze; On seeing it I saw the dead girl Her forehead withered and pale, And I thought, 'if when it leaves its sad jail, The winged butterfly, The light it finds and immense space, And the country winds, On leaving the prison that encloses them What will our souls find?'

Crisálidas