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Poem

Santiago Barcaza

In the eye of the bird that flies before you

From the winter a crow keeps
A conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers

What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today

From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes

In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.

En el ojo del pájaro que vuela ante ti

En el ojo del pájaro que vuela ante ti

Del invierno un pájaro guarda
Una conversación
Pronunciada en un mismo tono
Donde entre preguntas y respuestas
Nadie puede distinguir

Lo que está encerrado en el ojo
Lo que te ha costado una vida conquistar
Te parece hoy despreciable
Un corazón sin amargura
Te parece hoy despreciable
Una hoja comida por la luz
Te parece hoy despreciable

Del invierno un pájaro guarda
Lo que ve: tus ojos cerrados

En el ojo del pájaro que vuela ante ti
Te verás a ti mismo
Dejar atrás a ti mismo.
Close

In the eye of the bird that flies before you

From the winter a crow keeps
A conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers

What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today

From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes

In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.

In the eye of the bird that flies before you

From the winter a crow keeps
A conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers

What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today

From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes

In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.
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