Heron nesting in the bushes. Save your pigeons with vermin and men.
My grandfather died in the gutter. Their bones are unknown grave.
herons, Ardeidae, remember your childhood beak, legs and long neck.
In Villanueva lyrics waiting to be recorded. Marble, canvas for his graveyard home.
Who opens old wounds healed by time? Already signed the amnesty.
The globalized world is your habitat, bird Ciconiiformes in cardinal geographical points. Neither
grave for my flowers or candles for prayers. The flame of remembrance.
you like the tropics and fine sand. Mangrove and jungle footage lost causes.
was during the war, a million dead, have the highest. He was killed.
wade into the banks of laws and rivers, unsafe water and wetlands. Rojoazuladas.
My parents have forgiven. Concordia. The fairer judge has ruled. Karki
flying, you remove the mud, hunting for worms and insects to the crop.
Oblivion, scavenger bird, pecks and shatters bodies in our memory. Being primates
we honored the dead, friends or enemies, they all deserved eternal rest. Now civilized are solitary bodies in barren fields.
- My grandfather does not rest in peace because they do not know how I want
Luengo
Lone heron black gown, do not mind that they can do that haunt your nest with a yoke and arrows. Take a pick and shovel and get a tomb that says
RI P
Juan García González
1901-1936
your children and grandchildren will not forget.
ARTICLE FOR
ALMENARA May 2010.
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