blue bird
obsidian eyes ...
black eyes like obsidian, precious stone that even broken can cut.
brown skin like the color of the land that saw me born, the one that after being plundered for 500 years does not lose its wealth and shine.
long black hair like the night itself, when coyolxauhqui accompanies me in solitude and illuminates my walk in the dark,
my language, my culture, my customs and my beliefs,
the blood of my grandmothers running through my veins.
their knowledge, their wisdom, their respect and way of seeing life, that is what I am, the sum of all of them, the very legacy of their lives
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rel ease the blue bird that
lively in ha b it ed my crow he art
abrupt it fly out forrow
to ease oh thy all sorrow
b ro ke out then left me hollow
as tears went by wild flow ers to ok over
and stars s h one brighter than ever
up on the star k night s k ywards
freed o pen with star l i g h t
my s l ow love in b loom
tempting to blurt in
the truth all out
like howl f u l l moon
wellspring life within exp l ode
my mighty force still go on mar ble
le g e n dary dwell symphony we mad e
[hecha estoy de agua fresca
que hierve al ritmo de tu tacto,
corazón de mi corazón que se incendia isofacto
tantas vidas, fuego intacto inexorable
epicentro de mi grieta y temblor]
i free you
and expel you in the moonsets of my body
silence of dispels,
diverge of my jungle,
wave, sand, devil, roamer
~blatant shade~
i let you go out of my chest,
while i hate our world,
the departure at dawn.
