A WHISPER IN THE WIND

(something that I heard from Serrat)
To Nancy Arandjelovic


Like a whisper in the wind
With a brownish kind of hair
You fly low same as a little bird,
And go to chat with the clouds
And sleep in a hidden place
Where cats can not get
........ just like a little bird.

Born free as the wind
Does not have a master at all;
Feels pity for the canary
But does not envy the eagle.
Bird feed can not make a sale
Of her color, not her song,
She looks around to find her own.

Beautiful little brown bird
That in the race of life
wanders in the water fountains,
And from a stranger's hand never ate,
I salute you and celebrate your zest
And now that we crossed roads
You are part of me
Forever................

.....SEMOS MALOS.....

"En la barranca cercana, Goyo y su cipote huían a pedazos en los picos de los zopes," De SEMOS MALOS por Salvador Salazar Arrué.


Perdón por lo errático de mi alma al intentar alcanzarte
Sin saber como ni por qué estuve tan solaz,
Es la vida , me supongo, tan inmisericorde
Tan desatenta por no lograr lo deseado.

Deambulo a veces por allí como peón sin estandarte
Inútil en el intento de consumar, solo incapaz
Mi alma de jalarme para vertirme y no al desborde
De un final diseñado solo para un desjuiciado.