Black Birds I feel their landing on the trees whose leaves stopped sprouting; trees in front of our house, as well as the wedding procession that will accompany you to your rest ...
Black Birds I feel the vibration of their wings when taking off, thousands of eyes I feel cross the walls of this house already empty where there is nobody to look at.
Because even though we are, we are not ...
Because even though you are here, you're leaving.
Black Birds I can feel the smell that their bodies produce, in their singing they hum the melody of a sad farewell, in the air float feathers of dark color and drop subtly on the damp ground, thousands and thousands of them ...
Black Birds thats arrive and leave as guests of any party where They offerchocolate and bread. But, this time the bread is hard and the chocolate bitter for lack of happiness.
The agony ends and the terror begins...
Black Birds their hearts palpitate to the beat of a clock that has been in charge of counting the years as months...
Months like days, days like minutes and minutes like years that do not seem to elapse ...
And it begins to spread the news that you have already opened the door that is on the threshold that will take you to the world from where you will not return ...
Black Birds do not tire of repeating what my ears do not want to hear ...
After blinking I realize what I did not want; your complaints have just stopped, your white lips and your cold hands are ...
Your absence is already noticeable and it only remains to finish ..
the black birds are motionless ...
They do not go home ...
Because at home, they are already