Ala de Colibrí
Silvio Rodriguez
Hummingbird Wing
Today I propose to found a party of dreams,
workshops to repair hummingbird wings.
Fools, sick, unloved fat people are admitted,
crippled, dwarfs, vampires, and sunless days.
Today I am going to sponsor the hopeless candor,
that critical mass of God that is neither post nor modern.
Outcasts, furious, homeless peoples are admitted,
missing debtors of the world bank.
Through a crumbling street by a tightly held hand.
Today I am going to hold an assembly of withered flowers,
of discarded children's party remains, of used piñatas,
of shadows in mourning - from the realm of the natural -
that grant a license to any loving artifact.
Through the rising, through the setting, through desire, through seed.
through so many nights, through the daily sun, in company and in solitude.
Hummingbird wing, light and pure.
Hummingbird wing for the cure.
