Joy , paradise filled with those little bubbles
that pop at the translucent dawn.
Just as its brightness turns on,
one can perceive its soft biosphere
that per chance emits shooting stars
near that golden moon.
Joy, whirlwind of unattainable emotions,
for the one that isn’t worthy.
The old tale tells that you are situated
in the deepest part of the heart tucked with golden bows
surrounded by a thousand unicorns, white as the snow
tender as those little toes.
Joy, redeemer, eclipse that shines in the distance.
Many are the ones who feel your fleeting mantle.
The epic feats of dreamers are written in your name.
Who wouldn’t give their fortune to caress your inner warmth,
which lies in your depths
Joy, bring together your children in the everlasting shoot of spring.
Ysmael Campos 