I feel -the day after today- will have a hard job whisking nanny away
for her sunshine cakes are highly demanded by even the dry sand lots.
It seems like everyone here, in this moaning atmosphere,
can't possibly say farewell
partings just as cold as the furious tide that rushes in with frozen tears.
The absentminded puppets who are lowered by silver woven string
will almost run back to their sparkling water fountains above still cloud.
Day cycles steep in her golden liquid,
night cycles refuse natural occurrence
but nature hastily overtakes the lazy movement and
captures the sweet energizing bubble.
Adios Hermosa, que resplandor amarillo que siempre se cumple
goodbye Beautiful, what yellow brilliance you always hold.
