Pájaros De Barro

In case time drags me
To deserted beaches,
Today I close the book
Of idle hours.
I make mud birds.
I make mud birds and let them fly.

In case time drags me
To deserted beaches,
Today I reject the baseness
Of abandonment and sorrow.
Not one more blank page.
I feel the wonder of a lonely passerby.

In maps I get lost.
I sail through its pages.
Now the wind blows,
When the sea was left behind long ago.

I no longer climb the hill
That leads me to your house.
My dog no longer sleeps by your fire.

In the vertices of time nestle feelings.
Today they are mud birds that want to fly.

In the valleys I get lost,
On the roads I sleep.
Now the wind blows.
When the sea was left behind long ago.
When there's no boat, oars, or guitar,
When the morning nightingale no longer sings.

Now the wind blows.
When the sea was left behind long ago.
In the valleys I get lost,
On the roads I sleep