And there they grew up,
faced with a white blanket of cream stars…

And they multiplied,
filling with color the gray piñata valleys …

And they did not vanish,
turning towards the weak sun that unties us…

And there they flaunted,
shining in the face of adversity, without course or frigate…

And yes, they thrived,
overcoming the icy night and its slight sonata…

And they did not give up,
because they are and always will be
tulips on silver snows.