Aves Rapaces
Aquelarre
Birds of Prey
Cross the waters of the canal
The foreigners who are leaving
The gentle ripples
Of the winter waters
Trying to avoid the closure
Midday
People from the valley who are leaving
Looking for the fruit
That gives them peace
Close to the mountain range
The fever awakens
When birds of prey will be born
From the night
Until hearing the signal
Like rain is the water of the sea
Like your body the space you give
So the earth will devour them
Far from their race
And the gentle ripples
Of the winter waters
Trying to avoid the closure
Midday, of this swift day
Where rain is the water of the sea
Like your body the space you give
So the earth will have to say
No one asks until death
Where are the living signs of love
Solitude
