Sometimes he does this: with one eye he observes a branch.
And the branch sways and makes him tremble.

They say that thousands of years ago another dove was thrown in the middle of the flood.
He returned with olive tree segments from nearby land.
It's written.

Now a tiny animal is amazed for the first time
before nature;
create a tree,
heaven,
the leaves delivering the shadow.

Divine bird of myth
Even though this
real and terrestrial
get lost in the storms
and leave us empty.
Certain little flies flit around
of the grains that ferment,
the water did its homework
Standby,
be pigeon food.
The house is transformed, an aviary
where we exchange smells
and dry hours or
wet,
loose or in corners,
tender bird
collapsing
against any odds
will come out.
Your weeks like years
a name
as humans bless
to small beings
on those who are imposed,
he will build his home
in the same place of the first nest,
will scream, see? I can remember everything.