El Colibrí

I once met a hummingbird
That sneezed with the flowers
It got intoxicated when it went to the garden
And its smells made it dizzy.

Lilies and Vincas
Caused him hives
The Jasmines and Oranges
Stomach problems.

The hummingbird from sneezing so much
Its beak turned red
It couldn't take it anymore and decided to emigrate
With a tear in its eyes.

One day it packed its bags
And left the violets
From its hummingbird mom
To live in the city.
In an apartment
Gray and all cement.

The hummingbird stopped sneezing
But it was depressed
Flying alone through a city,
With no familiar face.

A life without colors,
Without gardens and flowers.
It thought it was dying,
When it entered a bookstore.

The hummingbird suddenly imagined
That the books were like flowers
With many petals and peeked
Into a world full of colors.

And flew to the horizon,
Through meadows and mountains,
And the flowers as it passed by
Didn't make it sneeze.

And he saw so much
That he wanted and learned to read
Among the books went the hummingbird
Investigating with its beak
Unaware as in a garden
The texts were being pollinated.

And he crossed the geography
With trigonometry,
Then philosophy
Filled with poetry.

Books were born with a vision
Different from knowledge
Imagination was colored
And thought flourished.

Everything was exchanging
And life transforming
And the people who read
Gradually understood.

And the world was happy
All because of a hummingbird.