I have hidden
better than anywhere else
in the garden of my heart
a little flower.
This flower,
prettier than a bouquet,
keeps secret
all of my childhood dreams,
the love of my parents,
and all of those bright mornings
made from happy distant memories.
When life
at times betrays me,
you remain my happiness,
little flower.
On my twentieth birthday,
I stop for a moment
to breathe in
that perfume that I have loved so much.
In my heart,
you will always bloom
in the great garden of love,
little flower.