THE ROBIN
The robin told me this morning it wasn't too late
For running through the snowy paths of my childhood.
I thought of fresh languid streams,
Golden scars on your delicate soft white skin.
As I ran, I saw the sun smiling, like trying to remind me
Of faraway seas and colourful people,
But people are colourful, I thought,
And I am not much older,
And I like snow, streams and soft white skin.
I am going soon, but I will return,
Because life is living, and I only know
What the robin told me this morning.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo