el camino
en una de sus curvas
vuelve a pasar cerca del día en que mi piel estaba marchita
hoy mis manos son fuertes
y el camino, ancho

the freed bird

i am the weak yet conscientious bird
i freed myself from the labyrinth
but i was scared in the bottle, anguished by the lack of air, room, companion
i saw the light at the end of the bottleneck and headed for it
tonight i am still scared, though out of the bottle

i can scarcely breathe
there is no air left
yet i have just discerned the way out of the bottle