miércoles, 10 de enero de 2018

Birds


Counting shadows at dawn,
birds perched on a rope
wind shaking their souls
without affection all of them fly,
balance is lost,
it´s imposible to avoid the gust,
only one of them keeps on,
carelessly
no need for searching horizons
just allowing dancing with his own trembling song
as if it was his last chance


Las Palmas de GC, 10/01/ 2018

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