>> Ok. Let's see.
I like this one because I think this poem has to do with poetry.
Las palabras son pájaros.
I really believe that.
Words are birds.
Words are birds that arrive with books and spring.
They love clouds, the wind and trees.
Some words are messengers that come from far away, from distant lands.
For them, there are no borders, only stars, moon and sun.
Some words are familiar like canaries, others are exotic like the quetzal bird.
Some can stand the cold, others migrate to the -- With the sun to the south.
Some words die caged, they're difficult to translate.
And others build nests, have chicks, warm them, feed them, teach them how to fly.
And, one day, they go away in flocks.
The letters on this page are the prints they leave by the sea.