Walking on a path found in the air,
greeted him and said respectfully:
I am glad that for once, let your transparency,
and talk.
The tireless, danced, shook the leaves,
his laughter shook the dust off my soles,
and lifting all its blue masts
the skeleton of glass, their eyelids breeze
motionless as a mast,
remained listening
I kissed the king of the sky layer,
wrapped me in silk flag celestial
and said, monarch or comrade,
thread, corolla or poultry, do not know who you are,
but one thing I ask,
do not sell.
So now, Beware! and come with me,
we have much to dance and sing,
going along the sea,
to the top of the mountains,
go where the new spring is blooming
and a gust of wind and singing flowers spread around us,
the aroma, the fruit, the morning air.
Cuts "Oda al Aire" by Pablo Neruda.
illustration by Fer.
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