Canaria

 

We’re not like those who desire freedom

At a distance, spending their life in boredom,

In a prison filled with old brochures

Advertising trips to frozen pastures.

 

We were patient enough to wait

For truth to transform us through the gate

Of a temple named Poema del Mar –

We never thought we’d go so far.

 

Our two songs passed through the glass of the aquaria

And followed the coast of Canaria

On the back of a yellow and a black and white fish.

Across the ocean, we made a wish.

 

Joyful like two parrots in the archipelago

Of golden signs wrought long ago,

We believe in another freedom,

Of poetry and philosophy: our kingdom.