Arturo Mendez-Roca
Forgive Don Pablo
daring to incur the subject of his art
Bird's their fault for trying
including such key issues
of our being
of our geography Since
egregious amount
fly glide on horizontal or diagonal
threatening and dark alone when birds of prey
eyeing small animals with its telescopic sight
flock
or migrating from one hemisphere to another announcing
accompanying the change of seasons
since the world began
combine protein and embody
transmute
multiple entities in various
biblical angels bearing the word of God
Sword of Fire
indicator of
way to heaven is announced on its wings Birds
fire on the other hand
show themselves when
uncertain times but interspersed
threatening
before our eyes
Our ambition to fly us also makes us icaros
the proximity of the sun dissolves the wax
our wings
ever dissolve our stuff
same
if we ultimately
if we become more birds than birds
and crossed the room with our seed
and your parent birds
The iconic condor holds
shield side (I'm Chilean)
sheep down there buzzards vultures
tremble
vultures are preparing to descend the dark
broad scope of its wings
tender dove nestled however
their offspring nest in the best flags
give your gray or white plumage
the smooth curve
chest to what we call peace
and we grope
like bats without radar biological
to collide with objects
a different height in the deep
confusing night for forever
peacock
opening her fan in such legend and stage decorations
descriptions of dollars to us to be exotic
On the other hand the same forever
cocks that organize their chorus at dawn
arching ridge spurs
flapping wings bristling
baptizing and every day the birth of the world
again and again until the end of time
eagles condors
the same number of other birds as their geographies
are stamped on various flags in various currencies
stand in the legends in the myths
the sacred books are at the peak advertising industry
earth endless tear the entrails of Prometheus
huge walks the Roc
may have been some
myth already lost because, as on a huge animal might
bafo reptile
on whose back the world lies
likewise on the back of a bird is actually
as the world moves through the cosmos
Perhaps
more present in the personal life of each
not in the vast cultural frieze
nations whose paintings murals
paragraphs are crossed
bird has crossed
sparrows that feed them with crumbs
Sharon
other goodies
in the months that they can
when the Great White Bird of almost inexpressible winter
of these
latitudes gives way to summer
bird made of fire and moisture
When we sit in a cafe with terrace and drank wine
without shame or guilt
eat something
and sparrows chubby
pardogrisáceos universal latitude covering all
and length is also
come to our feet to eat crumbs
more birds Addendum as required by the speaker
sobrerrevolotearán which bands we survived by eating of our carrion
repeating this cycle as being with nature
In that we ourselves will become
part of these tissues solidified by the graceful plumes
That while isolating the cold
Thanks to its hairiness overlay that creates air pockets
and quality of its hollow stem
O
those muscles graceful in flight
adopt the way of looking at things and say
So from a privileged position
but covering all
As if we could be witnesses
That perhaps rightly expect
This survival of the birds would like to believe
Hovering over our barren
sown
Sterile The ashes of our cities
Occasionally punctuated
For absurd statue to another observer
Apart from this false observation
That 
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