Wish you were here.
"Spring goes 
Death passes ahead.
All those tears
The tired route goes.
Sailing through arid veins.
The earth groaned
A long and deep desert in her voice.
The moon compassionately looked at the earth
And from the skies sent
A bird that started its course
And during the bird's flight, with its song
The bird created a new man
And from its soul
A new dreamy spring was born.
[Magos Herrera, 'La creación de las aves,'
from 'Con Alma Project']"

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