Canaria (a poem)



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.




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