| PAPALOTE |
KITE |
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(En San Mateo del Mar los hombres pescan |
(In San Mateo del Mar men fish by tying the corners of their nets to kites which are suspended by the strength of the wind) |
| Papalote atado a su red, perseguido paciente de la luna, papalote sin hilo entre las olas, amante de la brizna que encarcela. Hace siglos te hicieron niños que vieron pájaros por pura devoción al viento. Mirándote ahí enardecido por el canto de la espuma, hermano hermoso de la sal sé por qué buscas tus amores en el aire. |
Kite tied to it’s net, pursued patient of the moon kite without thread between the waves breeze’s lover that imprisons. You were made centuries ago by children who saw birds purely devoted to the wind. Staring at you there fuelled by the foam’s song, beautiful brother of the salt I know why you search your lovers in the air. |