I found a dead tanager in my
backyard, Greyish blue, On a sunny day, Decorated and hardened wings, Closed to
the body, It was a grown-up, Had no signs of violence, Must have been poisoned
or made ill, Since nobody sees a bird die of an old age, I kept an eye on it for
a while, Just like a mother watching her son sleeping, I gave it a worthy
funeral, Surrounded it with flowers on the soil, And like calisthenics, Rays of
sunlight were redirected to my garland, Silenced the space, Made the fauna in
the neighborhood shine, I came in, Turned on the TV, Another tragedy is
announced, People dead, People missing, Things lost, Many tears of blood that no
longer fit the eyes, Will rattle hanging on the necks of survivors, Like the
dark beads of tears of all Saints Marys as they have nobody else to turn to, It
is a major calamity, They will talk about it for several days, Until it is
forgotten, And when the earth is on the other side of the sun, And I am at this
side lest I remember what happened over there, Grass will grow on my little
bird´s grave, And cover it with everlasting affection, The earth will be back to
where I am, And I will not be able to avoid her reminding me of what was left from
that misfortune, Scarce lives without the slightest passions, As though they took
anothers robes and disrobed in the marketplace, And at the edge of the rivers
where the lover´s sweet songs are now voiceless, And for a long time sadness
will grieve in their muddy waters, And every time the moon makes a lap around
the nights, I have my omens that, Sooner or later, I will steer toward those who came to this world to make us happy and those who came only to make us mourn.
