When did I stop seeing you,
when did I lose your signs.
The shadow that shelters –
Jacaranda.
One always gets entangled,
an uncertain labyrinth,
so much young hope –
Jacaranda.
JACARANDA WAITING FOR ME
JACARANDA IN SPRING
JACARANDA MY CHIMERA
WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN
JACARANDA.
So many generations,
adolescent dreams
yearn for your lap –
Jacaranda.
So many palpitations,
street of encounters,
your hand foreseeing –
Jacaranda.
JACARANDA WAITING FOR ME
JACARANDA IN SPRING
JACARANDA MY CHIMERA
WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN
JACARANDÁ.
Today my footsteps are not felt
by your leafy nostalgia
sleeping in your branches –
Jacaranda.
Today desire awakens,
emerges with the mist
where time hides –
Jacaranda.
JACARANDA WAITING FOR ME
JACARANDA IN SPRING
JACARANDA MY CHIMERA
WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN,
JACARANDA.
