Una gota de agua clara / A drop of clear water

De una llave vieja,
brota una mancha color crema,
va cayendo de forma lenta,
como si tuviera pereza.

Es una gota de agua clara,
que por los rayos de sol se ve blanca,
ella desde la llave salta
y se va, como si algo buscará.

From an old key,
a cream-colored stain sprouts,
it falls slowly,
as if it were lazy.

It is a drop of clear water,
that the sun's rays make it look white,
it jumps from the faucet
and leaves, as if it were looking for something

Recorre varios caminos,
hasta que llega a un patio algo vacío,
aquí encuentra un girasol dormido,
que no ronca, no hace ruido.

Cuando lo intenta despertar,
se da cuenta que inconsciente está,
sobre la tierra agua no hay
y el girasol no logra reaccionar.

He walks down several paths,
until he comes to a somewhat empty courtyard,
here he finds a sleeping sunflower,
it doesn't snore, it doesn't make a sound.

When he tries to wake it up,
he realizes that it is unconscious,
there is no water on the ground
and the sunflower is unable to react.

La gota clara quiere ayudar
y se lanza en la tierra sin pensar,
la flor se empieza a levantar
y erguida se la puede observar.

El girasol al bajar la mirada,
encuentra los ojos de la gota de agua,
con su hoja los levanta
y los deja entre sus pétalos con elegancia.

The clear drop wants to help
and throws itself into the earth without thinking,
the flower begins to rise
and upright it can be observed.

The sunflower, looking down, meets the eyes of the drop of water,
meets the eyes of the water drop,
with its leaf it lifts them
and leaves them between its petals with elegance.

Una gota de agua clara,
salvó una flor que moribunda estaba,
un girasol que se marchitaba,
porque la tierra estaba deshidratada.

Llegó a este lugar por coincidencia,
salvó una vida, sin pena,
se llevó su recompensa,
y ahora vive entre pétalos de gran belleza.

A drop of clear water
saved a dying flower,
a wilting sunflower,
because the soil was dehydrated.

It came to this place by coincidence,
saved a life, without sorrow,
it took its reward,
and now lives among petals of great beauty.

Créditos
Stopmotion y cuento original de Margarita Palomino.
Colombia, mayo de 2025