Happiness /Felicidad Poem by Luz EtchemendiGaray

There is a scent of roses in the air
that reaches me as I turn in a dance
when I fly within your arms.

Far away the lace curtain
moves in other turns;
it resembles the foam
of a brave sea.

And us with in the gentle challange
of our pursut of the fragance,
and in unison revolve
in that whirlwind of colour,
together with your laghter,
and your steps,
ah! your steps always
close by my steps.

Luz EtchemendiGaray

The original is in Spanish Language
Translated by Daniel Ginhson with comment by Sue Litteton