That little bird looks just like me!
For him,

The horizons solicit him for his nest

So, he grants, dashing in his recklessness

Forgetting to take his heart

As sustenance for the long journey
As for me,

I initiate seasons with hopes

And travel tickets

Then, I return,

Overwhelmed with crying and defeat
As for him,

He trusts only in his wings when the

cloudlessness deceives him

And the calmness conspires
As for me,

When the hurricanes take me by surprise

The heavens rescue me

With the light of wisdom and clear-sightedness
Him and I are tired, hungry,

Lonely, and frightened.

The winter is just within two dreams distance
Yet, both of us are terribly wet

With grief

And rain.