<center>http://zeleiracordero.vornix.blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/photo-1547882472-17b34a4465a2.jpg</center> <br/><center><strong><em>"Quien no se cree pájaro, ancla sus sueños al suelo y a un círculo cerrado".</em></strong></center>

<center><a href="https://lamenteesmaravillosa.com/pajaro-nacido-jaula-cree-volar-una-enfermedad/">La mente es maravillosa</a></center>

<h1><center>Ave encerrada en un globo de luz</center></h1>

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<center><em>Hay tantos pájaros sensibles
de canto incierto, desigual o sombrío.
Otros sonidos y otras alas.</em></center>

<center><em>Ave encerrada en un globo de luz,
atrapada en un murmullo
que sube a más en la escala.</em></center>

<center><em>Pájaro que es sólo música
en el ascenso más alto de los aires,
arrebatando el corazón 
de quien escucha y agradecido, calla.</em></center>

<center><em>Descubre las voces de entrelíneas,
las mentiras del mundo
y sus cánticos arácnidos,
sirenas que cantan sin descanso.</em></center>

<center><em>Que no se acuse a la montaña ante mi vista
de permanecer sola en su silencio
tejiendo una tela solitaria.</em></center>

<center><em>Conozco demasiado su cordura,
sus bordes separando los azules,
cerrando mis dedos desde lejos
blandiendo con mis manos su ternura.</em></center>

<center><em>Que no escriba por mí desde otro mundo
ni con mi insomnio manche su canción.
Hay ya tanto misterio aquí en la tierra,
como arpegios buscando una lira.</em></center>

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<center><strong><em>"He who doesn't think he's a bird anchors his dreams to the ground and to a closed circle.".</em></strong></center>

<h1><center>A bird enclosed in a globe of light</center></h1>

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<center><em>There are so many sensitive birds
of an uncertain, uneven or somber song.
Other sounds and other wings.</em></center>

<center><em>A bird enclosed in a globe of light,
of the enraptured imprisoned in a murmur
that climbs higher on the scale.</em></center>

<center><em>Bird that is only music
in the highest ascent of the airs,
snatching the heart 
of who listener and, grateful, it's quiet.</em></center>

<center><em>Discover the voices between the lines,
the lies of the world
and their arachnid chants,
sirens that sing without rest.</em></center>

<center><em>Do not accuse the mountain in front of me
to remain alone in her silence
weaving a lonely cloth.</em></center>

<center><em>I know his sanity too well,
their edges separating the blues,
closing the fingers from afar
with my hands brandishing his tenderness.</em></center>

<center><em>Let him not write for me from another world
nor with my insomnia stain his song.
There's already so much mystery here on earth,
like arpeggios looking for a lyres.</em></center>

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<center><strong><em>Written by Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero</em></strong>.

21/01/2019

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