Ala De Colibrí
Silvio Rodrigues
Hummingbird Wing
Today I aim to found a party of dreams,
workshops to repair hummingbird wings.
We welcome fools, sick, loveless fatties,
cripples, dwarfs, vampires, and sunless days.
Today I will sponsor the forsaken candor,
that critical mass of God that is neither post nor modern.
We welcome outcasts, furious, homeless peoples,
disappeared debtors of the world bank.
Down a
peeling street
with a
tight grip.
Today I will hold a meeting of withered flowers,
of discarded children's party leftovers, of used piñatas,
of shadows in mourning - from the realm of the natural -
that grant permission to any love device.
From the east,
from the west,
from desire,
from the seed.
through so many nights,
through the daily sun,
in company
and alone.
Hummingbird wing,
light and pure.
Hummingbird wing
for the cure.
