Aves de Paso
Melendi
Passing Birds
Today the birds of destiny
Fly low in Eden
And are afraid to perch
On the dry branches of the skin
They no longer remember the path
Which is almost cruel in its abstraction
They no longer touch the divine
Not everything can be seen from the sky
Once desire is dead
Only the bones of love remain
And the birds of destiny
Begin their migration
They fly seeking sustenance
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
But they will keep fleeing
And until they fly inside
They will be passing birds
Today the birds of destiny
Migrate without knowing
More prone to weariness
And to fly lower each time
They no longer remember the path
Which is almost cruel in its abstraction
They no longer touch the divine
Not everything can be seen from the sky
Once desire is dead
Only the bones of love remain
And the birds of destiny
Begin their migration
They fly seeking sustenance
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
But they will keep fleeing
And until they fly inside
They will be passing birds
The poets bleed out
Accused of sedition
And labeled illiterate the words
That contradict love
The paths that have no direction
Do not cross
Once desire is dead
Only the bones of love remain
And the birds of destiny
Begin their migration
They fly seeking sustenance
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
But they will keep fleeing
And until they fly inside
They will be passing birds
