Between the wings I see how the words go up, which ivy
travelers also get tangled in the wind. I have been bird
traveling between Storm clouds in time.
glide With my pain of loneliness occupying nests outside, wrap
souls filled with sadness.
mouth outside
not say I do not want to hear.
Ay! Heart not beating on this sorrow
slow, so slow at sunset
confusing enjoyment of the moon when it gets
bird in the eye of the night.
Ah!
deep silence you are leaving a bitter taste in my throat. This passion
saw me so sleepy red, rescue
energy of the wound, but shatters
and bleeds the word love.
mouth outside
not say I do not want to hear.
The anguish of longing for bird wings
only causes delirium. This southern
rain stopped, while evaporated
your name. Rossana Arellano
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