I saw the prettiest bird I’d seen all year
the belted kingfisher, crested in his Aegean
blue plumage…
Ada Limón
Desde el primer verso
de la mano te pasea por su mundo
te muestra un animal, una planta
un insecto, un zorro, una ballena
un diente de león, una forsythia
un fresno negro
piensas: me gusta tu mundo
me siento a gusto en él
¿pero dónde está lo que venía buscando?
continúas caminando y sin darte cuenta
conforme te acercas al final de la página
notas que algo desde el suelo
te fue subiendo por las piernas
como si fueses de papel absorbente
te encuentras totalmente empapado
en el último verso
What I was looking for
From the first verse
she takes you by the hand through her world
she shows you an animal, a plant
an insect, a fox, a whale
a dandelion, a forsythia
a black ash tree
you think: I like your world
I feel at ease in it
But where is what I was looking for?
you continue walking and without realizing it
as you get closer to the end of the page
you notice something from the ground
climbing up through your legs
as if you were made of absorbent paper
soon you find yourself completely soaked
In the last verse
abel abilheira 