Somewhere at the end of an old village dusty road
I found a precious stone that talk and shout
¨Bird...Bird come to me and seek your luck...
I´m the most beautiful of all...¨, the voice said calling from inside
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Then, I ran and ran so I did´nt hear that voice again
¨Bird..., Bird...´ kept pounding in my head
Two days later it stopped, but I heard it later again
While shopping in the middle of a crowded mall
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¨Sweet bird come to seek you luck...¨
Was I not tired of being fooled this talking stone?
After a week or so, I finally turned to look
But the stone and the face were already gone
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I felt lonely, jailed by my imagination in my own head
So with tears dropping over my chicks
I walked along the riverbank with no destination
There was no purpose, no goal to be achieved
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This night I really lost it all I thought
Without knowing I turned back and taking the same old dusty road
I wonder thousand shinning stars, the moon smiling like a girl
Days and days I walked without sleep
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No hunger, no swelling on my feet
Finally under a tree I sat to wip
And as I closed my eyes I heard the voice again
¨Bird... Bird... come to me and seek you luck¨
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I raised and went to observe and there is was again
The talking stone and the face. I realised it was her
My dead wife had found me back so she wouldn´t ever had to cry
And I had her close to me for the rest of my life.
Oscar Darío Velásquez Lugo
15 novembrer 2000
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