Soneto 16
Gorriones libres, de mi ventana,
llenan de canto toda la casa.
Sin jaulas de oro por la mañana,
trepan la vida hasta la terraza.
Gorriones libres, alas con alas,
estrofa suelta, nota sin falta.
Ni van, ni esperan, ni huyen, ni nada,
solo son libres... con eso basta.
Como te envidia pienso la raza,
del pobre pájaro que vive en jaula,
por ser hermoso y que a veces anda
tras el barrote bastardo y maula,
mordiendo el polvo de una batalla,
que ni siquiera muerto se acaba.
Para ser libre, morir no alcanza.
Gorriones libres... de mi ventana...
Sonnet 16
Free sparrows, from my window,
fill the whole house with song.
Without golden cages in the morning,
they climb life up to the terrace.
Free sparrows, wings with wings,
loose stanza, note without fault.
They don't go, they don't wait, they don't flee, they don't do anything,
they are just free... that's enough.
As I envy the race,
of the poor bird that lives in a cage,
for being beautiful and sometimes walking
behind the bastard and cruel bar,
biting the dust of a battle,
that doesn't even end when dead.
To be free, dying is not enough.
Free sparrows... from my window...