The flight

I who learned to fly, with each flight

of pure teachers

in the forest, in the sea, in the

streams,

back in the sand

or in dreams.

I stayed here, tied up

to the roots,

to the magnetic mother, to the earth,

lying to myself

and flying

only inside of me,

alone and in the dark.

 

That's why I profess

the clarity that never stopped

and I learned from the birds

the thirsty hope,

the certainty and the truth of the flight.

 

Excerpt from the poem "El vuelo" by Pablo Neruda

 

Auld Lang Syne , Isles of Scotland (99, 125, 18) - General

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