El precio del rocío / The price of dew

A Frailejon visits the city, a balance he intends to find, from the mountain it descends with eagerness, to do a special job.

No viene solo, él lleva algo,
una gota de rocío en sus manos,
desde la noche la ha guardado,
quiere saber, su valor por gramo.

He does not come alone, he carries something, a drop of dew in his hands, since the night he has kept it, he wants to know, its value per gram.

Y cuando la pesa,
la cara de decepción llega,
no pesa ni un gramo,
su valor no debe ser demasiado.

And when the dewdrop weighs, the face of disappointment comes to the Frailejón, because it does not weigh a gram, its value must not be too much.

Entonces, se acerca el agua
y asegura que no está bien valorada,
el rocío vale más de lo que pensaba,
porque es vapor que se condensa en las madrugadas.

Then, he approaches the water and assures that it is not well valued,
the dew is worth more than he thought, because it is vapor that condenses in the early morning.

Su valor es impreciso,
vale más que el fútbol los domingos,
es oro líquido,
sin color y con frescor infinito,
es el rocío, vapor de agua que desde las montañas a venido.

Its value is imprecise, it is worth more than soccer on Sundays, it is liquid gold, without color and with infinite freshness, it is the dew, water vapor that has come from the mountains.

Stopmotion y cuento original de Margarita Palomino.
Colombia, febrero de 2023