Parecía un ser muerto,
hasta que se levantó del suelo,
es un anturio bello,
una flor de tamaño pequeño.
Esto es extraño,
porque ella no lleva brazos,
otras flores tienen hojas como manos,
pero esta solo lleva un amarillo tallo.
It looked like a dead being, until it rose from the ground, it is a beautiful anthurium, a flower of small size. This is strange, because she does not carry arms, other flowers have leaves like hands, but this one only carries a yellow stem.
Cuando quiere descansar,
a su morada se va,
entre tierra se logra acomodar
y así se queda por unos minutos nada más.
Llega una semilla distinguida
y se siente por el anturio atraída,
ella piensa que es un corazón
y la trata de coser en su vestido de color.
When the flower wants to rest, it goes to its abode, it manages to settle in the earth and stays there for a few minutes. A distinguished seed arrives and feels attracted by the anthurium, she thinks it is a heart and tries to sew it into her colored dress.
Por tanta manipulación,
el anturio se rompe sin solución,
la semilla asombrada está,
no pensó qué esto, pudiera pasar
La semilla va en busca de una hoja,
para solucionar la situación bochornosa,
da al anturio un nuevo semblante,
color rosado y despampanante.
Because of so much manipulation, the anthurium breaks without solution, the seed is astonished, it did not think that this could happen. The seed goes in search of a leaf, to solve the embarrassing situation, gives the anthurium a new face, pink and stunning color.
How far does imagination go in complicity with creativity?
Marpa, congratulations on this walk full of a great way of creating, congratulations, beautiful
Thank you for your beautiful comment, definitely our imagination has no limits and that's what I like most about stories, because in them everything is possible.