This bird doesn't know
which belongs to the animal kingdom,
He doesn't even know that a child
He looks for it in the afternoons with a rubber band,
that is, ignore evil, stupidity, death.
This bird doesn't know there is a science
that studies its song, its color, its viscera,
He does not know in short what a science is.
If you were asked
maybe I would say
that his name is wind, who would think
call me a bird, I would say
that nothing with feathers supports the weight
tripartite of the esdrújula.
He knows nothing
and when your grape heart pumping
stay still on his small chest
your eyes will remain open
looking to the sky.
I don't know anything either.
I don't know why birds, for example,
they die with their eyes fixed
In the universe.