Amores pájaros...Que no vuelan...

There, as in shadows
Some old and new voices are heard
The air saturated with love birds that do not fly,
They chase in the corners of the alleys
They bind themselves fascinated, trapped in their own destiny
Naive hungers of their delirium
Studying their skins, and still in pursuit of
His mutilated dreams.
In cold blood, they dance on their own petals.

Author

Sonia Herrera H.